Rough touch? -peter
Send ‘rough touch’
1. Your muse throws a punch at mine.
His head turns to the side with a sudden flash of pain. He lifts a hand to what definitely is a busted lip now, feeling the bloodstained throb settle slowly against his fingertips.
“You hypocritical fuck.” he hissed. Barely a second later he was pouncing on Peter with a snarl, falling with him to the floor. Trying to punch him back proved harder than it seemed, given that both of them knew exactly how the other fought. “’No killing’?! And what the fuck happened to ‘No dying’?! What fucking kind of Disney princess are you?!”
Trying to kill each other wasn’t precisely the plan, but he had broken his promise. Still, letting those people live knowing they’d try to murder them both sooner or later wasn’t exactly an option. He’d done what had to be done. And as per usual, it was him getting scolded like a bloody child.
