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alastorrhodes:

     his jaw clenched slightly, eyes scanning his son’s face for one ounce of a lie, but of course he believed him. he didn’t think any of his kids would lie straight to his face. “i want a name.” alastor mumbled, looking around for the first aid kit they had stored away. “i want to know who this little asshole is, wes — i’m glad you stood up and helped that girl though, i mean.. only if she wanted you to do it.”

“i don’t know his name,” wes shrugged, he wasn’t about to get his dad involved in his problems. “it was just some drunk idiot outside of a bar, dad. got mad ‘cause i kept him from gettin’ what he wanted, i don’t know what to tell you, it’s not that deep,” he sighed, “i’m sure she didn’t mind someone stepping in, though.”

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valenciadia:

She frowned slightly, she grew up seeing the blood and the fighting, but it never got any easier. “You should be more careful. You know the saying about being a lover and not a fighter?” She sighed “I should tell him, but it’s not my place to.” 

“yeah, that saying’s a load of crap though,” he laughed softly and shook his head. “good, thanks. last thing i need is him hearing about this kinda shit from someone else. he won’t even be happy hearing it from me,” he shrugged.

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alastorrhodes:

    “then why the hell did they hit you? who was it?” his demeanour suddenly changed, brows furrowed as he looked towards the boy. “i’m sure we do.. i’ll look around, alright? first i wanna know why this happened.”

“he didn’t like it when i told him he couldn’t keep messin’ with this girl, so he hit me,” wes shrugged, stuffing his hand in his pockets and avoiding his father’s eyes. “he was being drunk and stupid, it’s not my fault.”

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okcyan:

“wow, didn’t take you for being someone’s possible príncipe azul.” she stated and shrugged, “was he drunk? cause if he was and did that then you’re somewhat lucky. he really wanted to get it in.” she continued while getting a wash cloth and rubbing alcohol.

“i have no idea what that means, but thanks, m’takin’ it as a compliment,” she sighed, nodding at her question. “yeah, he was fuckin’ gone. it was so stupid, but at least the girl thanked me.” he shrugged, “thanks,” he sighed, nodding in the direction of the washcloth, “this gonna hurt?”

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valenciadia:

“Ay..Did you lose the fight with the doorframe last night buddy? Is it a deep cut? Let me at least try and help you out before your dad has to see you like this.”

“the door? no, just some drunk guy.” he sighed, shaking his head when valencia mentioned his dad. “oh, fuck-- you’re probably right,” he sighed, “you gonna tell him about it?”

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liliandonovan:

“obviously genius – i just meant like why would you do that? I take it the other kid won?”

“huh? no, definitely not,” he shook his head, “he looks worse than me. and i’m not just saying that in that stupid ‘you should see the other guy’ way.”

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gxbrielrhxdes:

“Damn, Wes,” he said looking at the injuries on the others face. “Well, it looks worse than me after one of my games,” Gabe nodded his head. “So, yeah. I say so. How the hell did you manage that?”

“punched a guy, he punched back,” he simply shrugged, shaking his head slowly. “y’got anything t’clean it with? i don’t need this shit gettin’ infected.”

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liliandonovan:

“yes — what did you do?”

“got in a fight, what’s it look like?”

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itscllie:

“jesus, wes.” ellie sighed as she quickly approached him. “what the hell happened?”

“this guy was bein’ a real prick and i told ‘im to cut it out. he didn’t like it,” he shrugged. “does it look real bad or not?”

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itsgrxyscn:

“does it hurt really bad? ‘cause if it does than my answer is yes.” gray squinted, looking it over. “did you get in a fight?”

wes stared at his friend and shook his head, “nah, man. i just did this t’myself for fun,” he said sarcastically. 

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okcyan:

“it probably feels worse, but it does look quite fucked. what happened? who tried to kill you?”

“some idiot outside a bar. he was tryin’ t’take advantage of this drunk girl and i stopped ‘im.”

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baileyhamilton:

“It doesn’t look terrible, but what the hell happened?”

“got in a fight, what’s it look like?”

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charliexxoneil:

“Yeah, kinda,” Charlie nodded. “You should really put ice on that.”

“you happen to have any ice on you?”

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alastorrhodes:

    “oh god..” alastor mumbled under his breath, scrunching up his nose. “what happened? i’m not gonna have someone coming to my door because you hurt them, right? i have no time for that.” even though his words seemed condescending, he was clearly taking the piss out of the situation and trying to make it lighthearted. “have you disinfected it yet?”

wes simply stared at his dad and shook his head, “nah, y’shouldn’t. i didn’t do shit to ‘em, anyway.” he sighed, “no, but i rinsed it with water. we got anything to disinfect it with?”  

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“this look as bad as it feels?”

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itscllie:

“please, if we ever want to see her again chinatown is the last place to bring her. i gotta keep my sister around… saves me from only ever seeing your face.”

“why do you think i want you to leave her there? i’d have a much more peaceful life without her ‘round here all the damn time.” he laughed, shaking his head at her. “hey, fuck off. my face is adorable.”

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coleenpratt:

“don’t give me that look, it’s not as bad as it seems…”

“yeah, okay, that’s what everyone says. the fuck did you do?”