Thankfully it was late, and the moon was his only witness. Perhaps Brick took on a job that he shouldn't be able to handle solo, but it bruised his ego to think he couldn’t get it done without beckoning for his DOGS. Fast forward to a stubborn ARROGANT bastard, limping down the empty streets of Townsville; dripping Chemical X from his open wounds. The highlight of the night, his left eye had lost COMPLETE vision. The chemicals that coursed through his veins were rushing to regenerate other vital areas; his DISLOCATED shoulder for instance. Time only knew when his sight would be restored completely.
Nevertheless, he wore his SCARS with confidence, standing (to the best of his ability) tall and proud. He got the job done despite his exhaustion, and for a pretty damn penny to boot.
To his chagrin, the smugness didn’t last long. His legs gave out not even within range of the Boys’ apartment & down the MIGHTY fell. Brick immediately scrambled to support himself on the ledge of a shop window before any potential witnesses could catch even a microsecond of his HUMILIATION.
Shaky arms failed him and had him hitting the concrete before you could say PATHETIC. As he channeled all his strength to gather his bearings, superhuman hearing caught on to the slightest movement of a nearby figure. His stomach dropped at the realization that he was no longer ALONE. Slowly but surely, the Ruff turned over on his side to catch a glimpse of the person he’d perhaps have to arrange a mysterious disappearance for in the nearby future. Crimson orbs widened in horror at the sight of the big red bow.
❝ Oh, for FUCK’S SAKE ! Out of all people. You? ❞ the Ruff groaned in irritation, giving up in defeat and allowing himself to fall on his back. He threw his hands in the air, as if to renounce any waging battle he seemed to be having with Lady Luck tonight.
❝ Allow me to spare you the kick to the side, BLOSSOM. Seems someone’s already beat you to the punch. Don’t even FUCKING bother. ❞
