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[ God, can this asshole not help leave you alone for 5 minutes? Who the fuck does he think he is? Trying to take your best friend. Nobody understands. ]

[ You politely tell him to stayhelp piss off by pressing your sword to his throat. Even unable to say anything the threat is clear: If he so much as lays a finger on Cal's precious head you'll chop his off. ]

[Maybe in another time, you wouldn't have drawn. Maybe in another time, you could've found any other way out. If it was just Derrick, you'd trust him with your life, but-

But this isn't Derrick. And you aren't taking any fucking risks.]

[This man is dangerous, he wants you dead. Wants us dead. He is a threat. Stay focused, nothing else matters but the strife.]

[Round 2, asshole.]

[Fuck. Fuck. If bringing up the kids didn't work-]

[Then whatever that is, there's no fuckin' way it's him. Not like this.]

[You don't have a choice.]

[ You're not unfamiliar with the sounds of sword fighting, strifeing; even as a hobby is common in this household. There was never anything serious behind it, no ill intents so getting the faint notion of something feral. Something predatory. If you strain, you can hear the faint grunts, labored breathing. ]

[ The sounds of survival. A fight. You're unsure if you want to thread on but you steel your nerves, trying to remind yourself that you're made for this. To be of assistance when the one who was close to you is in danger. You vaguely remember defending Jake... But that's about all. No other context is popping up. ]

[ Your ghostly form carries you across the floor, finally peeking your head out to see.all the commotion— ]

[ You barely miss the flash stepping man and the sword swinging a bit too close for comfort near you. You regain your sense and all you can see is your dad and.. your other dad. The older brother who was keeping you company and the man who you remember out of everything. ]

[ D . . . Was hurt. You  are able to connect the sword on the blood and the gash on his face. Bro had hurt D, but you can't seem to think of why he would do that. Weren't they getting better? Hadn't they stopped fighting? Your gaze flickers to the pupper, and something strikes your heart, some primal fear. ]

BGD: . . . !?

[ You turn your head fast enough to give yourself whiplash. Ghost stands a little ways behind you. Cal tells you he's a threat. He tried taking him Derrick once already, he'll try again. You can't let either take him. ]

[Your sword is raised before you can even stop it, pulled like the strings of a puppet.]

[No.]

TG: DIRK-

[No. You- you can't-]

[You-]

[Damn.]

[You wake up from a nap and people want your guy dead. Well, fortunately for them you're nothing if not generous. Willing and able to please the people.]

[And you've got a friend who can help with that.]

[Careful what you wish for. :) ]

have you done your click today? if not, you should!

I, uh... showed up like that one day.

It wasn't my choice. I just so happened to show up in red.

Though....I guess it's kind of fitting to compare me to a rose of all things.