( @lapinfoot ) : // [ TOUCH ] my muse touches a bruise on your muse’s body. / she didn’t know he had a bruise on his shoulder but she’s thumping a hand into him anyway, ushering him onward. ❝ come on, old man, before you get us caught. ❞
jesse grabbed his shoulder, and he hisses at the shooting pain. he’s been through worse, so he does as she tells him, jogging onward in a lumber. a man this large and broad can only really lumber. fast fighting and quick moves were for those lighter and thinner. now, if you needed someone to break down a door, he was your man.
“IF I’D KNOWN YOU WANTED ME FOR CARDIO, I WOULD HAVE CALLED IN SICK. AND BE GENTLE. I’M BREAKABLE.” the latter was a joke. mostly. he was getting a bit too old for this. oy.