[ The kick catches him in the side of the head. There's a crack as it hits the bedframe; Rust lets out a groan, black spots swarming his vision. Doesn't hurt, though, not now. He rides the adrenaline, hoisting himself back onto the bed and clambering off the foot of it, intent on cutting off her path to the door.
He's got half a foot on her, he realizes along the way. She's young.
It's not enough to stop his words from coming out in a ragged torrent. ] Fuck you. These aren't my clothes and I don't fucking sleep. [ Blood dribbles out of his nose and he wipes at it distractedly. ]
rng'd how well the kick went...incredible work sam
He's got half a foot on her, he realizes along the way. She's young.
It's not enough to stop his words from coming out in a ragged torrent. ] Fuck you. These aren't my clothes and I don't fucking sleep. [ Blood dribbles out of his nose and he wipes at it distractedly. ]