#inter; malek

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@warrioroflondonbelow; continued from X; ---> Malek;;

He blinked as light flooded the room, attempting to force his eyes to adjust. The look the man was giving him was typical; people saw a teenager and immediately thought, ‘what the fuck!’ He couldn’t say he blamed them, but at the same time, it was really getting old. Even if the police were called, he could gut the man like a fish and be gone before he even knew what hit him. Though, he would prefer not to. There was no point in unnecessary bloodshed. No harm, no foul, right? Oh, but if that button was pushed, honestly, he’d have no choice. He wasn’t about to further his punishment for the sake of some stranger. 

          “---It’s paint,” there was no hesitation in his words, no hints that what he said wasn’t true; other than maybe the wound itself. “Look, if I had come to make trouble, you’d be the first to know, so why don’t we just chill out for a second. You want me to leave? I’m gone.”

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@kiiteiru​; s.c. Luna ---> Malek;;

               “---You alright?” 

He recognized her. Not exactly in the way that he could say he was familiar with her, but more so in a way of déjà vu, you know? He’d seem her somewhere, but he couldn’t quite place where or when. That alone was enough to make him uneasy. In his experience, recognizing a stranger never ended well; not for someone like him anyway. Still, he kept himself in check; the last thing they needed was another collapse. 

                                             “---Are you lost or something?” 

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@fuckboisms; s.c.---> Malek;;

He just stared at the girl trying, quite desperately he might add, to get him to give her the time of day. She was obviously intoxicated; not really worth his time. Still, it wasn’t until she put her hand on him that he actually reacted, sticking out his hand to give her a firm shove. Mean? Probably, but she was fine. Her fall had been broken by the couch; if anything, it was her dress that wouldn’t see another day. Why the hell did he even come to this stupid thing? Sure, he’d been invited, but that didn’t mean he actually needed to accept. 

He readied himself to leave when his personal space was again invaded; this time by some guy. A second ticked by, another, then another before---

                                                                                               “---What?” 

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@blackxwolfie; s.c.---> Malek;;

               “---You think pretending to care is actually going to work on me?” He scoffed. schooling his features not to give away even the slightest hint. “Cute, but no. I don’t see what the big deal is, I just came to return the kid. Wasn’t here to do any harm. Ask him, all I did was get him out safely; he’s the one who fucking sucker punched me.” 

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@sandxfox; s.c.---> Malek;;

He’d gotten pretty badly injured. Someone had recognized him and well, what better way to show you were in control than to beat the snot out of your rivals brat, right? Yeah, obviously they hadn’t gotten the memo that Malek had put that life behind him. He was running; just like everyone else. It was kinda funny. If you would have told him he’d be doing this a year ago? Even a month ago, he would have kicked your ass, but he wanted better. He refused to become his father, refused to become the man he hated more than anything else; he’d rather die. 

Lids twitch, as eyes flicker beneath, shooting open as a gasp escapes his lips. Immediately his hand shoots out, firmly grabbing hold of the stranger’s arm. Who the--- “Who the hell are you?” He scans over his surroundings, seeming to search for anymore of a threat, still not releasing his grip. “Where the fuck am I?”

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@iinsidehisheadx; s.c.---> Malek;;

          “---Last time I checked, followin’ people was still a pretty creep-ish thing to do.” He paused, licking his lips as he turned to face the other, brow raised. “So what’s up? We got a problem or something?” 

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@cfharmcny; s.c.---> Malek;;

A cold and harsh demeanor that only expressed a fraction of the anger he truly felt was given. No one laid their hands on her and got away with it. No, if this asshole’s grubby fingers weren’t removed from her in the next three seconds--- he’d fucking kill him; hell, he’d kill the lot of them if he had to. Sure it would move his time table up a lot more than he’d like but with Bella in her condition... Shit, this couldn’t be good for that, right? Fuck, ---they were going to be parents, but how---? They were only kids themselves. Malek barely knew how to be a proper boyfriend, never mind a parental figure. Though the look on her face when she’d told him, well, it more than enough to tell him he wasn’t alone in his panic. You know what, no, fuck them, they had enough shit to worry about without these morons trying to stand in their way. He might not know anything about being a good father, but he knew he sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone take them from him. Last chance, asshole. 

                                   “---Yeah, you’re gonna want to unhand her, now.”