"I dont do debt, dude." he looped the ribbons of flannel *tight* around the man's leg. Instinctually looking at the other just incase he put up a fight. "Be grateful it hurts." he says half mockingly, as he repeats his dorm master's mantra from the last joint. "If it still hurts you're not dying yet- or-" His voice has a little bite to is as his eyes look away and he ties the loops off with a finishing pull. "Be grateful for crap you didnt even ask for." The sneer leaves his voice as he drops the flannel and looks around the hall.
It didnt look like it saw alot of traffic outside of the occasional squatter or highschooler looking for a good spot to claim a false sense of authority over something. A couple tags decorated the inner walls its original purpose, which laid barren now. Like a shell breaking down after too many parasites fed off it. Sucked the last parts of life out of its walls so it was as empty as the open air it had been built in.
He grabs onto one of the rusty bars kicking its base to dislodge it before handing the mangled metal over to the seated killer. "once im out of your hair you can twist this walking stick around in your hole for all i care. But bleed out later."
Walking stick? Sam blinked slowly as the boy handed him the rusted thing, not really wanting to take it but not seeing much of an option. That thing would hardly help support the weight of a 200 pound man for even five minutes, but hopping on one leg wasn't really his thing either. He took the metal bar, resting it by his bare shoulder. His eyes flashed to his gun briefly before he returned his dilated pupils to the young blood, his brows furrow ever so slightly as he locked them on the kid's face.
"I have your face. I'm wounded and would naturally bleed out if I kept walking... unless backup would arrive quickly enough and they'd take me to a hospital... which they probably wouldn't because this is America -" Satan's abrupt singing interrupted him, Sam pausing briefly as he exhaled and did his best to ignore the Devil dancing by the broken door three feet from them. "Better yet, you could've finished me off while I was distracted and passive in your care. Can't be in debt to a dead person, can you?" He perked a brow, tilting his head slightly to the side. "What's this about?"
"Jesus hotshot?" Harrison looked over his shoulder at the man. "So ill kill you next time what's the big deal?" He scoffed starting back down the hallway to the presumed exist. "once the word teenager comes out of your lips they'll start worrying what you did to me not what I did to them." He wasnt here to fight, so much for a good deed but course you couldnt be too carful either. He was just smart enough not to say it.
"anyways" he throws on after a minute giving his blade a gentle squeeze. "what's the point in not killing me after wanted." He was either planning on killing him, which in that case- it was time to finish it. Or he was just as frightened and numb as himself. Crossing his fingers on frightened and numb he slipped both hands into his back pockets relaxing a little to show there was no ill intensions but keeping his blade in his palm all the same. He wanted this new found 'ally' to know he wouldn't be above making that four bodies.
