Iohann Johannes !!kHRw8YVg7nD ID:+bKWAITK Fri 26 Aug 2022 21:58:11 No. 5384778 Report Quoted By:
The xeno started singing (again), this time–cranking the volume knob higher than he usually lets be, this–of course–pissed the shit out of Marquist, and as things usually go, he would storm out of the bloc and be off for a while until light streaks through the barred windows of our dormitory, but this time–it seems that our friend Marquist here has had enough, and stomped his way towards the xeno, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up above the ground. ‘Now <span class="mu-s">YOU</span> listen here, Cy-<span class="mu-i">rus.</span>’ Marquist raised his spare arm and started cracking the knuckles of his fist, ‘I’ve had enough with you pullin’ this shit every fair-damned night–playing your shitty collection of songs about this-and-that, all over the damned bloc, and you know what–you know what, Cyrus? I’m going to knock some fuckin’ sense in you–and if it ain’t me, I’m sure someone else will.’ A sight to behold in this dormitory–some gray bulky son of a hackney, gripping the collar of a pink bug-man, looking around with those pleading eyes, struggling about to not accidentally hang himself by his own shirt collar, my lord above. Cyrus’ breathing quickened and much more ragged, ‘Marq, come on… this is a jest too far now, let me down… please…’ The bug-man is hanging for dear life, as Marquist prepares a solid right hook.