thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Yeah, you're mad. [Just sort of... goes with it, using his flight to try and sort of control the yanks.]

So go ahead. Get as mad as you want. Burn it all out. At least then you're feeling something.

Fuck you! Fuvk you fuckr you fuk you!

Dun tal bout her!

Your mother was a saint and a contributing member to society.

Stom mocing me!

Then stop feeling sorry for yourself and do something about it because you want to.

[She stops.]

[...and you probably have a fairly good idea that she's a flexible mother fucker already, but she may be wrapping an arm around his legs and then striking out to kick against a wall to try and push him into another.]

[I mean, does depend where they ARE in the house, but that's been pretty vague, okay.]

[okay but we're probably going right into a wall then.]

[this feels somehow familiar...]

[no not thinking about that just going to grunt.]

Now that's more like the Roxy I know. Come on, is that all you've got?

[WHAT IF SHE JUST....]

[PUNCHES THE WALL.]

[And breaks through the dry wall to grab a support beam to anchor them.]

Let. Go.

Roxy, no matter how you slice it, you're the one holding me right now.

I've got like, an arm. You've got half of me.

Leggo!

Not until you're feeling something better than nothing.

Hate!

[Aaaaand may be headbutting him.

[AGH. GEEZ.]

[well, but this is familiar too. He returns it.]

Then keep it up. Get it all out. Everything!

Fmk!

[Kicking some more.] Leg. Go!

Not until you let go a little and keep moving on!

Beat me up all you want, you can't beat yourself up forever!

[Let's go of legs and pulling herself up to PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE.]

[Fist one way. Arm the other way. Okay he's going to fly the direction the arm in the wall isn't to get the hell out of dodge on that one.]

[though he does finally let go of her arm.]

[She pulls back her arm and kicks away from him, letting go of her anchor.]

[Oh hey roxy the gravity just suddenly inverted around us.]

So then? You're mad, right? And it hurts, the whole mom thing and everything. So what are you going to do about it?

[ewjaioejwaioew]

Jut. Shuk UP!

[And kicking off the wall to tackle HIM.]

[TACKLED! And the gravity goes back to normal because hard to concentrate oops.]

[But. Well.]

[Just grinning up at her.]

Go on.

[She's just glaring and then she's PUNCHING.]

[But....it probably says something that she's holding back. Because she's still super strong, but that's not easy face breaking strength.]

[And she keeps saying variations of 'shut up' except with typos all over.]

[hi there. My name is edward 'vetoed' finklestein and I am going to FACETANK]

[and not talk, as it were.]

[PUNCH PUNCH PUnch punch pu...nch...]

[Okay, she may just be crying now.]

[ow. ow ow ow.]

[okay but... the ow has stopped... maybe... maybe it is hugs time?]

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