[Dexterous fingers grab hold of his hair, the top fluff of bang at last betraying him, and Jayce suffers the strain of axially pulled tension. He grunts, twisting his hips, trying to pivot himself to a slippery angle — without much success.]
Not the most sympathetic refrain!
[Elbow still equipped, he pushes that ossified point right against Silco's throat.]
Don't make me choke you, [he warns, fully unaware of the complicated feelings bound within that specific threat and this particular man.]
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Not the most sympathetic refrain!
[Elbow still equipped, he pushes that ossified point right against Silco's throat.]
Don't make me choke you, [he warns, fully unaware of the complicated feelings bound within that specific threat and this particular man.]