South snickers, “You want to hear me threaten you? That’s a fuckin’ new one. Last time I did something like this the poor fucker looked legitimately fuckin’ scared and you want to hear it.”
She stands up to add a little more weight to the barbell. It may or may not be part of making her point.
“Look, you make him happy. You make him happy in a way I haven’t seen him in a long, long time.” The fresh weight clunks into place. There’s a lopsided smile on her face. “You should have seen his face when he was telling me about you guys, swear to fuck he looked like a lovestruck puppy.”
She sits back down, lays back and looks up at him as she settles back into position.
“And I know what you all think of me, after everything; I know you all probably think I don't love him— but I do love him, and I want him to be happy. And you're not a stupid guy, York. You know how close that fight was out in the snow.”
She lifts the barbell and grunts, quietly, completing a few steady reps without issue. The ink over her arm muscles distorts as they flex under the weight before setting it down again.
“You know how hard I can hit if I really wanna fuckin’ hurt someone. And Drew’s not the only one with a fuckin’ protective streak. You know how many teeth I knocked out, black eyes I gave, over people fucking with him? A lot. So, y’know.” She flashes York a slightly dangerous grin, with teeth. “Don’t fuck it up. Or you know damn well I’ll fuck you up too.”
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South snickers, “You want to hear me threaten you? That’s a fuckin’ new one. Last time I did something like this the poor fucker looked legitimately fuckin’ scared and you want to hear it.”
She stands up to add a little more weight to the barbell. It may or may not be part of making her point.
“Look, you make him happy. You make him happy in a way I haven’t seen him in a long, long time.” The fresh weight clunks into place. There’s a lopsided smile on her face. “You should have seen his face when he was telling me about you guys, swear to fuck he looked like a lovestruck puppy.”
She sits back down, lays back and looks up at him as she settles back into position.
“And I know what you all think of me, after everything; I know you all probably think I don't love him— but I do love him, and I want him to be happy. And you're not a stupid guy, York. You know how close that fight was out in the snow.”
She lifts the barbell and grunts, quietly, completing a few steady reps without issue. The ink over her arm muscles distorts as they flex under the weight before setting it down again.
“You know how hard I can hit if I really wanna fuckin’ hurt someone. And Drew’s not the only one with a fuckin’ protective streak. You know how many teeth I knocked out, black eyes I gave, over people fucking with him? A lot. So, y’know.” She flashes York a slightly dangerous grin, with teeth. “Don’t fuck it up. Or you know damn well I’ll fuck you up too.”