#ghghgh yeah

The most common culprits of this were usually Julian and Quentin, and this time it isn’t any different. It started off with a slight disagreement over something that almost any emotionally stable person would have just let go. However, this was Julian and Quentin, who wouldn’t let anything go, ever. 

Julian still has beef with Santos over ruining his nice tie three years ago. And Quentin? Well, he hasn’t forgiven Glob for the time he fed him bugs. 

There is a crowd of people around them, as Julian takes the first punch and launches forwards at Quentin. It lands straight on his shoulder. Quentin doesn’t like this sort of physical fighting but he would endure it, if only to prove a point. He can take Julian down if he just thought hard enough about it. That sounded about right. 

Julian goes in for another punch, as Quentin taunts him. It lands on his stomach with a loud thwack. 

It makes Quentin laugh, and that’s enough to distract Julian. 

“What’s so--” Julian doesn’t get to complete his sentence, because Quentin punches him straight in the nose, where a loud crack echoes through the hall. Quentin cheers only for a moment before Julian lurches forward at him grabbing him by the sweater vest. 

“Bro, that is SO not cool.” He says, his voice nasally, as he is finding it hard to breathe properly. He pulls Quentin closer, and knocks his head against Quentin’s as hard as he can. He’s already broken his nose, he isn’t going to lose this fight too.