[ Those containers are homemade and delicate, sir. The shove against his face is enough to sandwich the paperboard boxing and lead all that fragile fruit to a sad, sad death, destined for the jam life after all. Fruit guts begin seeping from the container's crevices, leaving behind a horrid image and a honey sweet smell in the air. Ethan can't even move his head properly, not until Mallory releases the pressure against his head and the wall. ]
—You asshole!!
[ He does move wildly to be set free though, hands gripping the man's arm and tugging back with all the force he had. What was with this guy? This guy— He swings a hand to clap harshly against Mallory's, already disputing strength even if he couldn't win. ]
I should've told her when I had the chance!!
[ Tell her what, exactly? Take it as you will, but if you let him go now, he's going to do it. ]
no subject
—You asshole!!
[ He does move wildly to be set free though, hands gripping the man's arm and tugging back with all the force he had. What was with this guy? This guy— He swings a hand to clap harshly against Mallory's, already disputing strength even if he couldn't win. ]
I should've told her when I had the chance!!
[ Tell her what, exactly? Take it as you will, but if you let him go now, he's going to do it. ]