Post by Shadow Clearwater on Jan 14, 2009 12:52:27 GMT -5
Wrinkling his nose a little, the teen pinched two fingers to the bridge of his nose and let his head tilt back a tad. He payed little attention to the ramblings and banters back and forth between his cousina nd Mikey. He had no intention of getting into an argument which would almost clearly be turned two against one... perhaps, maybe he could persuade Mikey into taking his side.... Nah, it wasn't like she'd go for it after picking the night to lionize him.
Wiping a thin trickle of crimson from his upper lip with his free hand, Shadow offered the girl a lopsided smirk - raising his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug with a guilty air. Yet, he made no comment. Whatever he could say would really only put him in a worsened position. Infact, he only made a noise when the girl kicked at his legs. Generally he needed two to stand comfortably.... one. Two...?
...Ow?
The simple phrase echoed in his mind, his voice somewhat amused though a short yell of instinct freed itself from between his lips. He stumbled forwards a few paces, tripping on her foot and needing to brace himself; his hand upon the wall. He swore furiously beneath his breath, spitting the excess from where his teeth had clamped upon his lip with a grimace.
"What you have a kid and your playing with some other tramp? Who is it now?"
Eyes widdenning as he cast a sideways glare at Malachy, Shadonious pressed his forehead to the wall - groaning quietly. How many months had passed? "N-Nine.... nine months," he whispered, letting his forehead fall gently against it again. And he had no way of knowing whether or not Gwen had kept it or not. She 'knew a way to get rid of it'. Did that mean she had? She would? Or was she just asking whether or not he would care.
"I wouldn't call her that, Malachy," he grumbled, hissing slightly at Mikey's comment before turning his gaze back to the Albino. "What do you expect me to do....? Trail after her like a dog and a bone?"
Wiping a thin trickle of crimson from his upper lip with his free hand, Shadow offered the girl a lopsided smirk - raising his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug with a guilty air. Yet, he made no comment. Whatever he could say would really only put him in a worsened position. Infact, he only made a noise when the girl kicked at his legs. Generally he needed two to stand comfortably.... one. Two...?
...Ow?
The simple phrase echoed in his mind, his voice somewhat amused though a short yell of instinct freed itself from between his lips. He stumbled forwards a few paces, tripping on her foot and needing to brace himself; his hand upon the wall. He swore furiously beneath his breath, spitting the excess from where his teeth had clamped upon his lip with a grimace.
"What you have a kid and your playing with some other tramp? Who is it now?"
Eyes widdenning as he cast a sideways glare at Malachy, Shadonious pressed his forehead to the wall - groaning quietly. How many months had passed? "N-Nine.... nine months," he whispered, letting his forehead fall gently against it again. And he had no way of knowing whether or not Gwen had kept it or not. She 'knew a way to get rid of it'. Did that mean she had? She would? Or was she just asking whether or not he would care.
"I wouldn't call her that, Malachy," he grumbled, hissing slightly at Mikey's comment before turning his gaze back to the Albino. "What do you expect me to do....? Trail after her like a dog and a bone?"