*The laughter rings in his head like klaxons from a nightmare. It's not what he expected, and Cesar flinches when a shadow falls over him, bracing for impact. There is none. what...? He's able to push himself up and not be knocked down, and when Ryuzaki touches his face--wiping, not hurting--there's another cringe, smaller and more confused. All Ryuzaki does is suck his own finger. What is he...doing? Is that Cesar's blood? Why isn't he--*
*Drunk-sluggish thoughts don't finish processing the warning before stars explode in his vision, and the next thing he knows is what the floor looks like with his cheek pressed against it. There's grit, and filth, and it smells foul. This was what he expected. This is why he'd hoped to knock Ryuzaki out in a single hit.*
*Cesar rolls over and pushes himself to all fours, scrambling blindly. The world pitches and heaves around him, and he won't get far, but if he can get himself to a curtain or to the bench then maybe he can do--something.*
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Date: 2015-09-24 06:06 pm (UTC)*Drunk-sluggish thoughts don't finish processing the warning before stars explode in his vision, and the next thing he knows is what the floor looks like with his cheek pressed against it. There's grit, and filth, and it smells foul. This was what he expected. This is why he'd hoped to knock Ryuzaki out in a single hit.*
*Cesar rolls over and pushes himself to all fours, scrambling blindly. The world pitches and heaves around him, and he won't get far, but if he can get himself to a curtain or to the bench then maybe he can do--something.*