| the adventurous nicodemo a. penrose (otets) wrote in valesco, |
Solid crunch. That was the fairly unpleasant noise (and doubly unpleasant feeling) of Grayson's knuckles sailing in to Amery's jaw.
"Mother of-- Merlin, Grayson, what the hell are you doing?" Amery yelled as he ducked any further punches his brother might have thought to throw at him.
Rubbing his jaw furiously, he took a few steps away from Grayson. "Is there a reason you're here, throwing punches at me today?"
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