Being brought so near so roughly has quickened Benedict's heartbeat, outrage mingling with something else entirely that blurs his thoughts, makes him want to push and push and...
...and perhaps to be brought back, each time, but he can't focus on that now.
"I remember that Jone asked me to come along and watch," he snaps, "and I remember that you decided you have authority over me, which I let you believe, because it got you off my arse for the moment!"
He tries to tug his arm away, and when that fails, he bangs his opposite fist against Gabranth's chest plate a few times, still glaring up into where he knows his eyes are.
"You're just a blowhard bucket-wearing idiot who fell out of the sky and thinks he's important."
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Being brought so near so roughly has quickened Benedict's heartbeat, outrage mingling with something else entirely that blurs his thoughts, makes him want to push and push and...
...and perhaps to be brought back, each time, but he can't focus on that now.
"I remember that Jone asked me to come along and watch," he snaps, "and I remember that you decided you have authority over me, which I let you believe, because it got you off my arse for the moment!"
He tries to tug his arm away, and when that fails, he bangs his opposite fist against Gabranth's chest plate a few times, still glaring up into where he knows his eyes are.
"You're just a blowhard bucket-wearing idiot who fell out of the sky and thinks he's important."