[Any other day, this would be fine. He'd take a swing and knock that shit right out of the park no problem, because he's eager to show his friend just how much he's improved.
Instead he stares ahead with a relatively blank face, slow to react.]
Totally.
[A fist rises gradually and he steadies his feet, a difficult task when you've been standing for six hours straight. He aims once and hurls a hefty blow, but it softens immediately as he hits his mark. Skin and bone crumple from the pressure as pain sears through his right hand.
Anger wells up inside of him. It's basic instinct at this point, something he's been taught to feel at the precipice of humiliation, like so many young men before him. His left follows suit, dealing more damage than the first strike, and the cycle repeats itself.
He hurts so much, but this is easier.
He's not sure how to fix what's actually broken, so he'll settle for this instead.]
cw: mentions of self harm
He didn't think this through.]
Sure.
[Any other day, this would be fine. He'd take a swing and knock that shit right out of the park no problem, because he's eager to show his friend just how much he's improved.
Instead he stares ahead with a relatively blank face, slow to react.]
Totally.
[A fist rises gradually and he steadies his feet, a difficult task when you've been standing for six hours straight. He aims once and hurls a hefty blow, but it softens immediately as he hits his mark. Skin and bone crumple from the pressure as pain sears through his right hand.
Anger wells up inside of him. It's basic instinct at this point, something he's been taught to feel at the precipice of humiliation, like so many young men before him. His left follows suit, dealing more damage than the first strike, and the cycle repeats itself.
He hurts so much, but this is easier.
He's not sure how to fix what's actually broken, so he'll settle for this instead.]