[REG] Don't get in my way (Seth + Elzo)

[Xaki]

It was an uneventful Monday afternoon sometime in the week, when people were tired and dragging their feet after a day of work following the weekend. Seth was situated at a small cafe, sipping a cup of coffee (that was dark enough to be misconstrued as the same liquid in an oil can, and several people wondered if the male had ever heard of sugar or milk for that matter.) But that hell brew seemed to be Seth's main sustenance, as his other hand typed up miscellaneous items on his computer.

Reading glasses had tipped themselves over the bridge of his nose, his messy hair falling over his eyes in a manner that looked as if someone had run his hair through, or tugged on it's stray locks repeatedly. Finally, Seth closed his laptop, and leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh. That was it for his homework for the week, involving finishing up a paper, some heavy reading as well as a math assignment that had taken several pages to finish.

'... That's over with.' Seth set down his cup, taking some time to just relax before he did anything else.

 

[Xaki]

"..." A glance upwards from Seth to assess the situation. It wasn't the fact that the gods weren't looking out for Elzo. No, at this point, the gods pretty much hated Elzo. Seth's silent reaction for all of a couple seconds could have mislead the instigator of the entire accident that 'hey, no prob! accidents happen.' Or Elzo could draw the shorter straw, and pay a hefty dry cleaning bill. But Seth was neither of the two. At all.

If it wasn't for that tick mark on Seth's face. The piece of paper beneath his hand crumpled as his hand drew itself into a fist, and Seth stood up. Unfortunately, the gods or life, whichever you believed in, wasn't kind enough to Elzo. And Seth wasn't in a happy mood. No, the male was royally pissed.

The business man was unfortunate, as Seth's elbow made contact with his jaw. And it was no simple touch either, as he fell to the ground cupping his chin in pain. "Agh!" And without any warning, Elzo would find the Seth's leg coming towards up from his left.  

[Xaki]

He didn't bother to dignify Elzo with an answer. The coffee cup punted away quite pathetically, but what else could you expect from a plastic cup that looked like it had been brewed from Starbux?

He saw Elzo coming towards him, moving to the side to dodge it - but there were one too many obstacles slowing him down, he couldn't dodge it completely. Instead, Elzo's body making contact with the lower half of his face. He was thrown back against another coffee table, the occupant shrieking as she rushed out the door, clutching her bag to her chest.

Seth wasn't discouraged by the hit. He merely wiped off the blood that trickled from the corner of his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt. A quick movement, Seth had used his advantageous position to advance on the younger male, beneath the reach of his arms, and aimed another kick towards Elzo's face this time.

And meanwhile, the cashier had begun to wrung her hands, desperately wondering what to do to stop the two males from wrecking the store. "Please, stop!" Several of the male patrons were betting on the two males, and the outcome of the fight.  

[Xaki]

A cold stare from Seth, he obviously wasn't the type to shout and yell in a fight. But he wasn't going to let that comment pass, throwing another punch.

The reddening part of his face where Elzo had landed a hit before threatened to swell up and be a hefty bruise later. Meanwhile his body ached from hitting various objects, but he wasn't really concerned about that.

It seemed like neither of the occupants particularly cared about the consequences of their actions, their fight was a heated one without any rhyme or reason. Both sides suffered damage, and were continuing to suffer damage, as they knocked over chairs, tables, and even the clock hanging above them when they impacted a wall. The clock narrowly missed the two of them.

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A male was walking by, eating his ice cream that he had gotten from the vendor across the street. His gaze was drawn by the commotion in the cafe, peering at the window. And then, his ice cream scoop fell. Plop! 10 seconds of silence. "WHOA, WHOA!" A student in a identical uniform of the older male rushed into the store, he had to hold onto the door frame to stop himself from tripping and falling over due to his rush.

"Oh my god.. SETH!" An aghast look, his hands on his face horrified as if he couldn't believe what scene had greeted his eyes. He had a great deal more guts then anyone else in the store, and didn't hesitate to get in between the two. Quickly, he grabbed Seth's collar (not too lightly) and yanked him back. "You don't fight in public places..!" Obviously, this was a lesson that had been tried to instilled many times, but had failed every time.

"You," He glared at Seth, "And you!" He stared at Elzo, and grabbed his shirt collar as well. He didn't give them any explanations or time to get used to his presence, and dragged them out of the store (due to the relief of the cashier, and disappointment of the many patrons who were betting on the outcome). Seth looked a bit annoyed to have their fight interrupted, not appreciating the intrusion as well as the interruption.

"What were the two of you thinking?!" As soon as he dragged the two of them into a alley way, where they continue their scuffle as they liked. Without collateral damage, he might add.

 

[Xaki]

If Seth knew what Elzo was thinking, he probably would have given the boy another punch for even thinking that. He didn't work with other people. And he wouldn't be weak enough to request help either.

"Wh..whoa!" he sidestepped the punch, letting go of Elzo in his surprise. "Guys?" He looked between himself and Seth, and let out a sound of recognition. No wonder the boy had thought that way. "Oh, you think I'm here to beat you up? Oh no, by all means, feel free to do that in a public place." His voice had become shrill on the emphasized word, trying to remind both males exactly where they had been fighting. The bystander stepped out of hitting distances from both Elzo and Seth, and ducked behind a box. He wasn't as willing to fight as the two occupants of the battle, prepared to use the empty crate as a shield if he had to.

Instead of replying, Seth merely looked at Elzo and looked away. "You're an eyesore." Of course, if Elzo wanted to, the older boy could always indulge him in another round. His disinterested gaze, along with an air of contempt displayed that even if he could get his 'a** kicked,' it clearly wouldn't be Elzo who did such a thing. Even if his reddening cheek said otherwise. He merely took off his jacket, the ugly brown stain creeping up the ends of his shirt, and Seth wrung the liquid out with more than a mild annoyance.

"Exactly who is at fault here?" It wasn't a rhetorical question, so much as a statement that was directed towards Elzo.