In response to the other's question, Noiz got to his feet and approached him, swaying slightly (like a punky idiot), hands in pockets.
"Yeah. You look like you'd last an easy 30 seconds, 40 at most."Â
"We're heading to a backstreet in case the cops roll around." Noiz gestured for the other to follow and headed back towards the inner city.
His blood was pumping already. Just the thought of knocking this chump into a whole new state of mind excited him.Â
As they entered the back alley, the setting became visibly darker, the atmosphere dampening. This⌠Oh, this was manâs territory.Â
Noiz breathed in the scent of testosterone. He was home.
Thirty seconds? Kid was arrogant. And not exactly the most intimidating to be able to pull it off.
"Y'sure about that?"
The other one didn't look like much-- sort of like one of those dweeby kids who played far too many video games and stayed inside way more than was healthy.Â
In short: this would be quick and painless. (For Ran, anyway.)
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and following the other male into a narrow, dank alleyway. The bassist couldn't resist making a face at the smell, like rotten fish and musk. Wasn't the most pleasant of areas, but hey, you didn't need a clean play to get down 'n' dirty.
Ran scratched at his ear nonchalantly, trying to hide his smirk, "You wanna get your ass handed to you now? Or do you wanna brace yourself first?"











