[Sampo realizes this after the guy decides that the appropriate response to being grabbed and smoke-bombed is to try to bludgeon his attacker in the face, and, honestly? Good instincts. If Sampo hadn't been the guy who needed to get a little sip of this asshole's people juice, he would have been impressed by his response. A real give-em-hell attitude, this one. But he's giving hell to Sampo, and that's kind of not great for him.]
[His reflexes are good enough to get most of his face out of the way of the bottle; it clips his jaw, which is jarring and unpleasant but he'd take that over getting his nose bashed in. Not only is this man quick, he's strong, and that is, again, not great.]
Come on, don't make this so hard! [Ugh, he's too hungry for this. There's a part of him, a part that Sampo tries very hard to keep on a tight leash, that wants to say fuck it all and just grab his victim by the hair and get his teeth right into his throat. Sufficient blood loss would put an end to his struggling just as sure as anything, no matter how strong or quick he is. But that's a bad idea, leaving bodies and ending up covered in blood is High Profile. He doesn't kill people. He doesn't kill people, even if killing would be easier in the moment.]
[He shoves his quarry instead, to get him pinned against the wall, and grabs for the arm that holds the bottle. Get that stupid thing out of his hand if he can, keep him still until the drugs can do their work, get out of this with a nasty bruise and a fully belly and take it as a fucking lesson learned-- sometimes lone men who look like easy marks are traps. Honeypots.]
Look, friend, just take it easy. [A little sliver of light falls across Gepard's face; Sampo kind of thinks that he looks familiar, but he's not entirely sure from where.] I'm not gonna hurt you.
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Date: 2024-04-04 03:13 am (UTC)[Sampo realizes this after the guy decides that the appropriate response to being grabbed and smoke-bombed is to try to bludgeon his attacker in the face, and, honestly? Good instincts. If Sampo hadn't been the guy who needed to get a little sip of this asshole's people juice, he would have been impressed by his response. A real give-em-hell attitude, this one. But he's giving hell to Sampo, and that's kind of not great for him.]
[His reflexes are good enough to get most of his face out of the way of the bottle; it clips his jaw, which is jarring and unpleasant but he'd take that over getting his nose bashed in. Not only is this man quick, he's strong, and that is, again, not great.]
Come on, don't make this so hard! [Ugh, he's too hungry for this. There's a part of him, a part that Sampo tries very hard to keep on a tight leash, that wants to say fuck it all and just grab his victim by the hair and get his teeth right into his throat. Sufficient blood loss would put an end to his struggling just as sure as anything, no matter how strong or quick he is. But that's a bad idea, leaving bodies and ending up covered in blood is High Profile. He doesn't kill people. He doesn't kill people, even if killing would be easier in the moment.]
[He shoves his quarry instead, to get him pinned against the wall, and grabs for the arm that holds the bottle. Get that stupid thing out of his hand if he can, keep him still until the drugs can do their work, get out of this with a nasty bruise and a fully belly and take it as a fucking lesson learned-- sometimes lone men who look like easy marks are traps. Honeypots.]
Look, friend, just take it easy. [A little sliver of light falls across Gepard's face; Sampo kind of thinks that he looks familiar, but he's not entirely sure from where.] I'm not gonna hurt you.