#birdrage

When your coffee wears off, and the chaos kicks in.

TextsFromLastNight @/tfln

Bellamy is always like this before a fight; wound up and pacing like any of the other muscle-head assholes looking to get money for a decent brawl. He might be acting like they do, pacing like that, but he’s nothing like them --- he’s miles better. And he knows it, too.

There’s no ringing of a bell, no “one, two, three, fight” its just a circle of hushhush bodies around them, its just eye contact and Bellamy swinging first. Wicked haymaker.

Its blocked easily, of course, especially being that his opponent is another DFU with, apparently, loads of experience. He’s a zoan type, a fucking rhino, and the odds are stacked against Bellamy; its no wonder, going up against skin that thick and endurance that deep.

Bellamy the Hyena might as well be fighting a fucking tank. 

The crowd eats this shit up, honestly; two DFU pitted against one another. He ignores the fact that he might very well be nothing better than a fucking circus freak.

Still. Bellamy has a winning streak a mile wide, and he turns his bones to springs and gives it right back to the rhino, hard as he can. 

Hard as he can proves to be just hard enough. Bellamy wins, by some miracle, bruised and banged up and sporting a couple lacerations from that fucking horn. Bellamy groans and untapes his knuckles --- the money he won is enough for rent and then some. The crowd disperses just a little and presumably those who leave are those who lost bets.

As the crowd thins, Bellamy notices a very familiar man standing at the edge of the circle and oh, God, was he watching the entire time ... ? Bellamy sucks in a deep breath and considers him, considers Donquixote Doflamingo. This might be his only chance to even talk to the Warlord ...

So he strides up but keeps a respectful distance from both him and Gladius.