Joe gasps when Basco's hand is pulled from between his teeth, but it doesn't last, as that same hand immediately pins at his throat and his next choking gasp is cut off. His eyes flick away from Basco's own, flashing dangerously, glowing bright enough to make Joe's head spin a little when his pupils contract. He focuses briefly on the hand raised above him, the monstrous form beneath the human cloak tearing free a few millimeters at a time, but fast. From the claws at the tips of his fingers, the black gauntlets race up his arm like a mocking shadow of flames.
Joe's not entirely sane himself anymore. Deranged would be a good word for it, as he finds himself watching the claws descend on him, dangerous and yet he doesn't struggle, he doesn't fight. He just watches with a sick fascination, wondering which part of Basco is truly real. Or maybe he was born this way.
Not like Joe.
Basco thinks he can ruin Joe. Joe was ruined before they'd ever set eyes on each other. Before Marvelous. Before everything.
Another growl escapes him when a flash of pain shakes him from his reverie. Not the cuts on his chest, those are laughable. It's the bite to his lip that hurts. Basco breathing right into his face doesn't help.
"If you've had him, why do you keep me?" His words are slurred around the blood still caking his lips and teeth, but no less curious for it. "What do you stand to gain by toying with me? Lost little soldier. What good am I to you?"
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Date: 2012-05-17 04:53 am (UTC)Joe's not entirely sane himself anymore. Deranged would be a good word for it, as he finds himself watching the claws descend on him, dangerous and yet he doesn't struggle, he doesn't fight. He just watches with a sick fascination, wondering which part of Basco is truly real. Or maybe he was born this way.
Not like Joe.
Basco thinks he can ruin Joe. Joe was ruined before they'd ever set eyes on each other. Before Marvelous. Before everything.
Another growl escapes him when a flash of pain shakes him from his reverie. Not the cuts on his chest, those are laughable. It's the bite to his lip that hurts. Basco breathing right into his face doesn't help.
"If you've had him, why do you keep me?" His words are slurred around the blood still caking his lips and teeth, but no less curious for it. "What do you stand to gain by toying with me? Lost little soldier. What good am I to you?"