viced: (Fucking kick down the doors)
Mɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ Hᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ([personal profile] viced) wrote in [community profile] goshdarnspam 2012-10-09 04:04 pm (UTC)

[ It's a half second later that he catches up with what's happening, and it's a half second more before he actually manages to formulate a plan. Somewhere down the road, a streetlight's burst from an overload, and the rest are threatening to follow, before Mitchell gets himself under control long enough to think. It takes all of a moment, and good thing it does, because that shocked moment was all he was going to get, hand lifted off his knee for the briefest moment.

He plants it firmly on Rick's chest, pushing him away, trying to push him away while a litany of curses run through his mind. Everything from Cocksucker to Shit, panic welling up in his chest. Blind and total panic. He didn't know what to do, or how exactly to push him away other than push.

He couldn't--

Motherfucker, this wasn't what he wanted or needed, and no matter how much he was trying to keep his friend close, his fucking bullheaded...whatever it was kept rearing its head in the strangest of ways. Fuck. He couldn't even do anything more than make a dissatisfied grunt, belying the dual-sided conflict that waged on the internal, even while he struggled with the external stimulation. Mitch's hand scrambled for the locked handle for the door, not even thinking about that, he just needed out.
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