[Since he couldn't see the punch coming, he couldn't brace for it; he staggered back and fell into the chair again with a shout but hell yeah. That was more like it. Rite of passage and shit, right? He shoved himself back up and glared at Jim's voice.] Cry more, you fucking pussy. I'm really fucking feeling for you and your shitty fucking punches. You'd think they'd at least train a Captain how to throw a goddamned right hook! You're all a-fucking-lone, aren't you, man? Everybody's gotta pity you so you can pretend to be the big bad Jim Kirk! It's fucking bullshit, man! [He lashed out with a foot, swiping it in Jim's direction and could only hope that he really was as close as he felt he was - maybe Jim was just shouting that loudly, but he knew how to get around blind.]
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Date: 2009-10-22 09:33 am (UTC)