[ AS FAIR AS HIS CURRENT FACE, WITH ALL THE GODDAMN DIRT AND BRUISES ON IT (his forehead's got this nasty welt).
But, at this moment in time, there's just... a shitload of groaning. And moaning. And aching. And quaking — as Dave slowly props his elbows up, pushing his back just barely off the ground. ]
Fuc...k...
[ He finds it's always easier to speak, rather than deal with the shitty angsty thoughts running through his head at any given time, or suffering from this impending pain from being launched furiously at the ground. ]
...You.
Fuckin'...
[ He attempts to toss his head at the night sky; fuck you, Mufasa, fuck you Scarface. He never wanted to be this cub. ]
SHIT!
[ What eventually started as a yell dwindles down to a repetition of even more groans. Goddammit. ]
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But, at this moment in time, there's just... a shitload of groaning. And moaning. And aching. And quaking — as Dave slowly props his elbows up, pushing his back just barely off the ground. ]
Fuc...k...
[ He finds it's always easier to speak, rather than deal with the shitty angsty thoughts running through his head at any given time, or suffering from this impending pain from being launched furiously at the ground. ]
...You.
Fuckin'...
[ He attempts to toss his head at the night sky; fuck you, Mufasa, fuck you Scarface. He never wanted to be this cub. ]
SHIT!
[ What eventually started as a yell dwindles down to a repetition of even more groans. Goddammit. ]