The Clear Difference Between Cats and Wolves comp

interacting w/ @Kyle DeRook

Gem had been thrown off of Rook as quickly as he had him down, a wheezing mix of laughter and a pained hiss managing its way out the back of his throat. He was floored for a lingering second, but he'd gotten himself up nice and quick so the other boy couldn't kick him right in the stomach-- his ribs were burning, but he couldn't stop smiling. This was about the most fun he'd had since... well, forever.

"You bet yer ass I'll give ya my worst!" He didn't wait much longer to flog towards Kyle again, using his fist to knock him right in the nose, just like what he had done to him, using all his might. Well, maybe not all of it, but enough for it to hurt - this kid's bones were made of steel or something, it was like nothing really knocked him off his balance. Maybe he was made of steel, or maybe he was just... good at being stoic. He didn't have too much time to dote on it, since he was trying to avoid losing any teeth today - still, it was nice to have someone he didn't have to hold back with, that was pretty... unique, he supposed.

He was already trying to get Kyle down on the ground again, so he gave him a nice Glasgow kiss, right in the face again. He used his hands to grip his shoulders, attempting to get Rook right on the ground so he was on top and had the power again. He knew he wasn't gonna win, but it was nice to know he didn't go down without a fight, right? He was so screwed.

@Kyle DeRook

Gem wasn't sure if his skull had broken, or if he had snapped Kyle's nose. When he finally got the chance to stumble back, he noticed the waterfall of blood spewing out of his friend's nose, running down his lips and chin like death. His eyes were wide, but the flatness of Rook's expression struck more fear in him than anything else. He couldn't give a damn that his face was broken, he didn't even look hurt.

Still, if he wanted to keep going, he would. He took the bait, looking up when Kyle's hand lifted up high and threatening. He almost expected him to crack a fist down on top of his head, but he felt a sharp punch into his stomach, instead. He stumbled back, a miserable mix between a wheeze and a yelp coughing out of his throat. He keeled over, wrapping both of his hands around his stomach. He'd call uncle, but he was too busy scraping up his throat for air. He felt real tears well up in his eyes, the thought of a bruise right in the middle of his belly making him feel... indescribable. He needed to throw up, he swore he was gonna be sick, all of the tension and hotness making him panic. He did end up throwing up, right on the floor.

He lost his dignity a long time ago, but this was to an entirely new level. It was nice that he caught his breath, and now that he'd gotten rid of today's breakfast, he felt... better. He brought himself back up with wobbly knees, weighing out his options for what he could possibly do to try and redeem himself. His shoulders were hung all low, the blood that had long since dried out staining his skin, and there was still more, fresh, coming out, getting all over his clothes. He had just the right amount of strength to deliver a right blow before he was inevitably stomped out by Kyle's hand.

Right there, with a shit-eating grin on his face, Gem was able to uppercut Rook with a shaky fist. He took a few steps back right afterwards, his knees shaking like a cold, old dog, the skin on his knuckles all skinned and bruised. He felt dirty, gross, and horrible, but there was a sickly sweet satisfaction in there. Maybe Kyle liked this because he was unbeatable, but Gem liked it because it gave him a sort of rush he never expected to have before. It was good, he'd almost fallen in love with it. He licked his bottom lip, which had busted thanks to Kyle's iron fist, and tasted his own salty blood. Sour like satisfaction.

@Kyle DeRook

It wasn't at all that Gem hadn't expected a punch in the face, but one that hard? He felt like he was going to pass the fuck out. His ears were ringing, right when his hands flew to his face, covering up his bleeding mouth. He'd been floored, then, huddled up in a fetal position with his face in his hands, all red and violently stinging. It hurt so much that he almost didn't feel anything, sort of like when something is so cold, it burns.

He was shocked he even got a little bit of the end of what Rook had said, something about him being all right? He sure hoped so, and as fun as this was, it was difficult to talk without choking on his own thick, bloody, red, mess. He forced himself to sit up a bit, spitting whatever saliva and blood collected in his mouth out on the ground-- a few times, actually. The very last thing he needed was to throw up again.

"Ehm... fanks, y- ugh, you too," He sniffed, cringing when he felt any of the blood splatter in the back of his throat, getting to the back of his tongue. "Uh..." He pressed his lips together, blinking real harshly due to the fact that his left eye seemed to have a staggering need to be nice and sore. How was he even gonna explain this to the nurses?

"That was fun, kinda," He stuck his finger in his mouth, feeling around to see if he'd lost any teeth-- so far, so good. "We should do 'is again, sometime. Yunno, bondin', or whatever. Gettin' rage out, haha." It was a forced sort of laugh, but he'd scooted over next to his new friend, holding a hand out to shake. "Friends?"

@Kyle DeRook

As much as Gem felt his body burn, ache, and crack, (he felt like he was eighty years old) a warm fuzz of accomplishment was able to make him smile, especially when Rook held his hand out and shook it. He'd made a new friend, and if he paid any good attention to stereotypes, a loyal one.

"Not that ya need me help, but if you ever... do, need someone ta do yer homework for ya, then let me know." He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands, dirty with mud, grime, and his own bodily fluids. Yuck.

He sat still and quiet for about five minutes, up until it got a bit boring waiting for something else to happen-- not only that, but the stinging pain in... every part of his body was getting sort of unbearable. He reached around, rubbing his lower back, trying to keep it from cramping or getting tense. The worst part of a fight, playful or not, was recovering, no matter how fun and nice it was to remember the energy it once held. He'd be limping from class to class for a week, if he was lucky.

"Right, laa, I'm goin' ta head out," He grunted, pushing himself off the ground painfully. "I had fun. F' ya ever wanna do this again, ya know where ta find me. I'll see ya around, yeh?" He clapped Rook on the back with a reassuring grin, and wobbled his way back to the Ravenclaw common room.

Gem has left the thread.