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Dusk slid around in one of the spinny chairs in Anvel’s living room, where he was doing research for something work related, as he tried to ignore the distracting sound of the wheels squeaking and scratching on the floor. 

Eventually he spoke up, “Dusk, could you stop that? I’m trying to-.. When did you even get in my house? I don’t remember letting you-... Was I that focused?” He paused, looking around, looking at the time, mumbling “Christ…” under his breath.

Dusk stopped sliding around promptly, almost making the chair fall over from the suddenness. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I got bored so I just broke in.” He just… Kept sliding around while spinning, almost knocking things around him over.

“That’s- When did you even get here-? I- No. You know what? I’m not even going to bother. Just… Stop? Maybe?” He sighed, tiredly, running his hand down his face before trying to focus on his work again.

“Hmmmmmm…” Dusk pretended to think for a moment, before simply replying with a simple, “Nah.” And, as expected, he kept sliding around, kicking off a wall as a form of projection, before the chair ended up falling over.

Anvel glanced back at him, rolling his eyes, as he continued to ignore him. 

“Wowwwww, you just gonna let a man go down?” Dusk rolled over onto his back, still half-sitting on the chair that he took down with him, “Real cold, man. Real cold.” He put a hand over his heart to dramatically feign being hurt.

“Can you just.. Leave? I never really wanted you here in the first place.” He stood up, pushing in his chair, turning to look at Dusk with hardly contained frustration.

Dusk stood up as well, not bothering to pick the chair back up. “Nahhh, make me.” He seemed to say almost playfully, though it was evident Anvel wasn’t exactly in the mood for that. 

Anvel gave him a weak shove, just to let him know he was serious. “Out.”

Dusk snickered a little, shoving him back. “Is that all ya got? Really? C’mon, I know you can do better than that.” He teased, trying to piss him off on purpose.

Anvel took a shakey breath, he did not think this was how the day would go. He, being the stubborn, petty man he was, shoved Dusk harder, almost making him fall over.

“Hey! Wha- Whuh- What the fuck, man!?” His surprise turned into anger pretty quick. He picked himself back up, not exactly wanting to fight him, but if he pushed him one more damn time he would. He visibly tensed up, glaring at Anvel, silently daring him to make another move.

Anvel almost froze up. He didn’t expect him to be actually willing to fight - which was pretty dumb, cuz, I mean, does he know Dusk? Of course he’d actually be willing to. Anvel took it as a threat, and pushed him again, because for some reason that’s the only thing he could think to do.

Dusk stumbled back a bit, waiting for a moment, just watching, analyzing. But that quickly ended when he impulsively threw a punch to Anvel’s throat. 

He coughed, holding a hand to where the hit landed, as he quickly looked around for something to throw, his gaze landed on a cheap vase he had yet to put anything in, and he threw it as hard as he could, not quite looking at where he was throwing it.

Dusk was expecting him to fight normally, not throw glass at him. It landed on his chest and broke on impact. He was probably going for the head, but his aim wasn’t the best in a panic. Dusk’s breath got knocked out of his lungs as he stumbled back once again, tripping on the broken glass. He didn’t get up just yet, though, he wanted to see if Anvel would try anything else. If he could de-escalate the situation, he would. But that’s unrealistic.

Anvel stood over Dusk, pressing his foot to Dusk’s chest, forcing him down as an attempt to make him surrender so this could be over already. He leaned down slightly, “Just- Just give up. It isn’t… Isn’t worth it.” He stumbled over his words breathlessly.

Dusk did not like being unable to move at all. He shoved Anvel’s leg away from him, kicking up at his nose, hard.

Anvel backed away, yelling something unintelligible, though it was most likely a strangled attempt at a curse. He pressed a hand to his nose, holding it for a while. He felt his hand get wet and warm, and he pulled his hand away from his face to see a handful of golden blood. His eyes watering, not because it hurt - it did hurt, though - but because that’s just… Kinda what happens when you get hit in the nose. “...Damnit.” 

Dusk was watching Anvel with heavy breath as he shuffled back, still on the ground. He accidentally sliced his arm on a piece of broken glass, yelping in pain. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ffffffffucking hell- Ow, okay, maybe- I- Ow!” He couldn’t finish his thought, as he looked down at his shaking, bleeding arm. “...Damn. Uhh…” He tried to move his arm, Anvel watching in curiosity, as he sucked in a sharp breath of pain, whincing. “Yeah, yeah, uh- That- Kinda hurts, aha-” “Well, I’d imagine as much! Now- Now shut up, I think you broke my nose…” Anvel was still backing up, stopping as he hit a wall, “You- Christ you have a strong kick- Now I have glass to clean up, damnit…” 

Dusk snickered weakly, “Man, really? Hah, no way, dude. I didn’t break your nose, you’re probably bein’ dramatic…” He was trying to mask the creeping guilt with being an asshole.

“Don’t- Oh shit, Dusk, you- You’re bleeding a lot-..” Anvel didn’t sound worried per se, he was just panicked in general and this didn’t exactly help.

“Yeah,” Dusk sat himself up properly, trying to ignore the stinging, burning pain on his arm, “So are you, dumbass.” He gestured vaguely to his nose. 

“But that’s not- It’s different! You have an open wound.” Anvel stated, as if that wasn’t obvious.

Dusk sighed, looking more frustrated by the second, “And? You have a potentially broken nose!”

“You’re an idiot.” Anvel said, sounding more tired than anything.

“I’m aware. See ya, asshole.” Dusk forced himself to stand up, and he made his way to the front door.

Anvel considered walking after Dusk, but decided against it. “You’re just gonna leave me to clean this blood and glass by myself?! And- And your arm?”

“I ain’t the one who threw it. And I can take care’a it myself. I’ve done worse, hell, I sword fight my father, I’ve had stab wounds that I’ve taken care’a myself.” Dusk’s hand was on the door handle, opening the door and stepping outside.