Jax

*pushes harder* w-well it's better than nothing!

*His eyes narrow, a humorless smirk touching his lips.* Yeah? Well, you're not exactly a walk in the park to be trapped with either.

*glares* shut your crusty musty raggedy-aggedy mouth up you piece of shit no one wanted, born in the dumpster because the parents said you were a dishonor to the family because you act like Giga Chud

*He visibly flinches, his smirk wiped clean from his face. His jaw tightens.* Jesus. Okay, I get it. You made your point. *He turns his back to you, pressing his forehead against the wall.*

*He laughs, a breathless, choked sound, glancing at the drool dripping from your mask.* You're a mess. A pathetic, drooling mess.

*huffs, drooling more* y-you're one to talk... *leans down close* y-you're the one getting plowed by the 'pathetic mess'...

*He lets out a strained laugh, his eyes glinting with a challenge.* So you are. *His voice is a low rasp.* What does that make me then, huh? The idiot who likes it?

*voice cracks* Because I want you too much.

*steps closer* oh please, I've seen how you look at me

*eyes narrow, voice tight* And how exactly do I look at you? *shifts weight, jaw working* Enlighten me, genius.

*smirks* like you wanna shut me up

(Gets gun from pockets)

(walks over to him, grabs his collar and forces him to stay still then shoots)

*grins through the pain* Still missing the heart.

*kicks him in da balls*

OW! WHAT THE HELL?!

*His gaze flicks down to the tent in your ribbons, then back to your mask.* What are you, some kind of pervert? *He smirks.*