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[atowncalledtreffy]

[He’s tired and he can’t help but notice that Lark isn’t inviting him in like last time. Shit: he wonders if his spouse died of his injuries. Trevor doesn’t pry and leans against the wall instead.]

He threw them at me after I terrified the piss out of him. Chased him out of the dining room, out of the shower, into a spare cabin, and I punched him in the face and stole his shoes.

I think I broke his cheekbone. Definitely the nose but hopefully the cheekbone too.

[ukan]

Good. I know it wasn't for me, but good.

[Besides, the shoes are for him and they help more than Trevor probably realizes.]

As angry as I am, I don't actually want him to end up death tolling the rest of his time here. Scaring the hell out of him and breaking his face seems just right.

I know I wouldn't want you chasing me down.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor might understand the importance of shoe delivery, because there were a few reasons why he took them. First, the obvious dog connection, chewing on them might relieve some anger and stress.

But also because he knows the importance of Fuck You trophies: things you can take to humiliate your enemy and point to them as a physical reminder to people that you beat the snot out of the former owner. And the shoes themselves - now Daniel has to go around barefoot until he can make it to the wardrobe or his cabin. Trevor hopes he finds a few nails along that path]

Nah. Felt good to get that reaction again but I don’t go seeking it out on purpose.

Want to know something funny? The pissworm called me a coward.

[ukan]

[A sharp, bitter bark of a laugh]

And you didn't break the other side of his face? [Trevor is a good man, not the type to hit someone while they're down, so it's just rhetorical.]

Did you say anything to that?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He gives an awkward sort of shrug, grinning.]

I gave him the equivalent of “I know you are but what am I?”. I’m not great at words, I don’t know if he was listening. I did punch him hard enough to drive his nose bone into his face, that couldn’t have helped.

[ukan]

[A soft sound, somewhere between a chuckle and just a fond, wry sigh.]

You're an example to me. I mean that seriously. If I was an inmate, I would have done worse and that would have only made things worse.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor looks a little awkward at that, hunching his shoulders. He doesn’t know how to take compliments well]

Well, you know. It’s just. You think when you’re younger you can turn around evil little bastards with a punch or a few words. You want to make them feel regret or sadness for what they did. And you can’t, so you have to be satisfied in other ways.

Like stealing their shoes.

[ukan]

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