Alright, so Gold lost the battle of wits and is now facedown on the ground. Bearings regained, he gets nudged with a shoe, and tries to slap it away on reflex. Dammit, he's totally open to attacks right now. This is bad.
"Fuck off, what do you care," he grumbles, pushing himself up off the ground, and glares up at Trip, face covered in dirt. "You think you can hurt me? You're not that tough, weak shit!" He's showing his teeth, trying to intimidate Trip. It's probably not as effective as he'd like it to be.
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Date: 2022-11-17 12:53 pm (UTC)"Fuck off, what do you care," he grumbles, pushing himself up off the ground, and glares up at Trip, face covered in dirt. "You think you can hurt me? You're not that tough, weak shit!" He's showing his teeth, trying to intimidate Trip. It's probably not as effective as he'd like it to be.