[What the fuck Noah the prompt said slap, not concuss with a blunt weapon! Dante swears as the hit connects, but he's definitely letting his body move with the hit, letting the momentum of that blow move him as much as he can rather than taking it all into him.
It still hurts like a motherfucker, though. He's definitely gonna have a mark coming up on his cheekbone from that one later...
It'll take a moment before Dante straightens back up to face Noah. Any sooner and he'd be tempted to verbally tear him a new one! But as it is, Dante doesn't look impressed. It's not that he'd expected Noah to hold back, but...]
You know, I'm pretty sure using that club of yours is cheating. The square said to slap someone, not concuss them.
It's a hand, not a club, and you're not gonna get a concussion. Should've specified if you wanted a light slaps.
[Did he cross a line? Possibly. Was it immature and petty? Definitely. But he can't deny it did feel good too. Not exactly the violence part, but getting one over on Dante - that is what made it feel good.
Good enough he'll even take a sip of that lemonade. Then...quickly pull the cup from his mouth as he coughs what he just drank, effectively killing any suave gesture he thought he had going.
This does not taste anything like he thought it would. ]
[He's not going to argue the point, if only because continuing to do so would make him look like a pansy--and that's not an acceptable outcome. So instead, Dante scowls to himself--at least until Noah takes a sip of that lemonade.
Okay, that reaction makes up for it a little bit. (Noah should probably watch his back for the next couple weeks though.)]
What, not enough salt for your liking? I thought you could provide your own instead.
No, it's not. It's lemons, sugar, and water. [Beat.] Well, actually, this is from concentrate so it's a tube of frozen lemon juice and sugar mixed with water. Same deal.
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It still hurts like a motherfucker, though. He's definitely gonna have a mark coming up on his cheekbone from that one later...
It'll take a moment before Dante straightens back up to face Noah. Any sooner and he'd be tempted to verbally tear him a new one! But as it is, Dante doesn't look impressed. It's not that he'd expected Noah to hold back, but...]
You know, I'm pretty sure using that club of yours is cheating. The square said to slap someone, not concuss them.
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[Did he cross a line? Possibly. Was it immature and petty? Definitely. But he can't deny it did feel good too. Not exactly the violence part, but getting one over on Dante - that is what made it feel good.
Good enough he'll even take a sip of that lemonade. Then...quickly pull the cup from his mouth as he coughs what he just drank, effectively killing any suave gesture he thought he had going.
This does not taste anything like he thought it would. ]
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Okay, that reaction makes up for it a little bit. (Noah should probably watch his back for the next couple weeks though.)]
What, not enough salt for your liking? I thought you could provide your own instead.
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He clears his throat, getting the rest down.]
No, it's ... flat?
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No, it's not. It's lemons, sugar, and water. [Beat.] Well, actually, this is from concentrate so it's a tube of frozen lemon juice and sugar mixed with water. Same deal.
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Ok. If you say so.
I should go. [He'll raise his cup in a toast] Thank you.
[And he's heading off!]
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Mark the calendars, folks, it's a red-letter day indeed.]
Yeah, see you later.
[What the hell was that?
...it still doesn't let him off the hook for that smack, though. Ow, but that still hurts!]