And Emil standing there laughing triggered another Echo. Third one today. HE WAS STARTING TO GET REALLY SICK OF ECHOES.
Everything fell into place with that memory. Winning fights by flipping skirts, showing him a bikini model just to watch him bleed, the thing with Annie, somehow?!?
He was turning into an anime character, what the fuck.
It was not funny. It was horrifying. The amount of blood he'd lost just from handing Annie a mix tape--and why had that triggered one anyway?!
"Sh--shut up." It was low, forceful, but wavering. He lifted his head to stare at Emil. "Shut up!" he repeated, shouting now, but he wasn't angry so much as terrified. "Stop laughing, it's not--fucking--funny! You do know people can bleed to death, right, you stupid fucking asshole?!"
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Everything fell into place with that memory. Winning fights by flipping skirts, showing him a bikini model just to watch him bleed, the thing with Annie, somehow?!?
He was turning into an anime character, what the fuck.
It was not funny. It was horrifying. The amount of blood he'd lost just from handing Annie a mix tape--and why had that triggered one anyway?!
"Sh--shut up." It was low, forceful, but wavering. He lifted his head to stare at Emil. "Shut up!" he repeated, shouting now, but he wasn't angry so much as terrified. "Stop laughing, it's not--fucking--funny! You do know people can bleed to death, right, you stupid fucking asshole?!"