Jason feels somewhat vindicated that he got at least one hit in. That's one tiny, little, small victory. And that's enough. For now, at least. He fully plans on getting both hands around Vaas' throat sooner rather than later. Still, it burns ( a lot ) that Vaas manages to catch his arm and pin it down. God-fucking-damn it. In retaliation ( citation needed ), Jason bucks up his hips in a bid to throw Vaas off. It's not going to work, and he knows it's not. Doesn't mean he's not going to try. He's not going to just lay here like some pussy bitch.
No matter what Vaas thinks. ]
Fuck you.
[ First. Thing's. First. Gotta get that out. He's half contemplating just spitting in Vaas' face, but he doesn't. ( Not yet, anyway. ) He's getting a little red in the face from the fury that still burns within him, to say nothing of the childish struggling he's been doing to get away. ]
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Jason feels somewhat vindicated that he got at least one hit in. That's one tiny, little, small victory. And that's enough. For now, at least. He fully plans on getting both hands around Vaas' throat sooner rather than later. Still, it burns ( a lot ) that Vaas manages to catch his arm and pin it down. God-fucking-damn it. In retaliation ( citation needed ), Jason bucks up his hips in a bid to throw Vaas off. It's not going to work, and he knows it's not. Doesn't mean he's not going to try. He's not going to just lay here like some pussy bitch.
No matter what Vaas thinks. ]
Fuck you.
[ First. Thing's. First. Gotta get that out. He's half contemplating just spitting in Vaas' face, but he doesn't. ( Not yet, anyway. ) He's getting a little red in the face from the fury that still burns within him, to say nothing of the childish struggling he's been doing to get away. ]
I swear to God, Vaas. Get the fuck off me.