Thread:BTR180/@comment-27550231-20200126214703/@comment-30014014-20200210042506

'''Oh, you running?! After this little self-assured banter, you're running like a headless little gimp?! Tsk! All bark and no bite!'''

''Perhaps that is for the best. I would prefer not sullying whatever we have in the favor of ephemeral street brawls. I was forbidden for initiating such confrontations.''

'''To hell with what she said, this loser is running! Again! Yea, whatever bro, bring it! I'll be waiting!'''

I would not be antagonising the woman who graciously accepted to merge her life's path with the sum of us both.

'''Pff, I'm not pansy like McTeeth foam over here! Ain't no some delicate little prissy ever think of-ow! Ow, ow ow! OW! What the hell?!'''

A clown dressed in black, sporting the face of a demon. Fearsome. Violent. Ruthless..ly being dragged by the ear by a not-so-happy harlequin, her blank expression betraying the shame his baanter had wrought.

Another clown in white, much more calm, is currently shaking his head at the sight. Unlike his gemini, he hadn't forgotten how acute Alex could be and is, hearing nothing but trouble the moment he decided to split.

"You are being troublesome as ever, Dark. I will remove you from the premises and think of a suitable consequence for this lack of civility".

'''Ow! What--ow! The hell is this biased horse manure I'm hearing! He started it!'''

"And you escalated it. You are not faultless in this, Dark".

'''Godda--ow! Stop pinching so hard--''' They disappear, a tear through somewhere.