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Vincent (king_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Looping an arm around the circle of her waist, he pulled her toward him just the right mixture of forceful and sweet, to press a kiss against the top of her head. "Always." said he, the grin etched with a perfectly arched geometry as if a design toiled over for hours by a Greek sculptor.

The property was damaged, he knew this. He knew the employees weren't pleased, the people who had been watching weren't pleased, the idiot that had started the whole thing wasn't pleased; though inwardly, Vince was laughing hysterically at his embarrassing descent into the table of assorted, staining, crashing wonders. Still, they went on their way. Unspoken, but exiled.

.... but.

Before they could properly flee via the V!Mobile, Professor Cockblock had to make one last vainglorious attempt to sweep up the remains of his dignity, and perhaps gather the few remaining shards of his pride and glue them back together by assailing someone with their back turned, now didn't he?

Managing to stay on his feet as well thankfully, though for different and various reasons entirely (most of which were merely to keep her walled from harm.), he felt the instant, warm shame dribble all over his senses at seeing Lia, graceful creature, fallen onto a filthy pavement unbecoming of her flesh and bijou mien. Oh, to say his rage swelled like a bright red balloon would be like saying the deluge that they described in the bible, which overcame the world, was a sobbing rhythmic flood. His rage at that moment was insurmountable, indescribable, and uncuttable. Red filled his vision and logic fled.

Vince had spun around after steadying his failing steps and grappled with Doctor Fuckface. There were definitely a few good blows from both parties, but Vince's face was not meant to be punched too many times. It was far too handsome. He had got Jimmy Jackass so abundant in a headlock eventually, that his face looked as purple as Barney's after guzzling a cheap fuzzy naval. There were the audible gnashing of his teeth, the obligatory threats of murder, and underneath it all as they finally reached the ground, the distant sound of sirens closing in.

Which inevitably, lead to the flashing of reds and blues.