[Tony lets out a gasp as her boot presses down, the fingers of his hands curling, digging into the ground; the instinctive ache to grab for his pipe in situations like this was hard to fight, and frustrating when he knew that such an action would be useless. There's another gasp, this more of an "Ah!" as she pulls his head by.
When she lets go, he squirms a bit, giving into that stupid, simple instinct to try to get his pipe, to try to get away from her. All of his squirming stops, though, when he feels the sharp point digging into the fabric of his shirt, into his back. He freezes then, his breath catching as he listened to her speak. Oh, Link, so that was the little shit's name.
There's a wince as the point digs in further, but still no sound from Tony. Shockingly, he's been shut up for once.]
[Commentlog] YEAH PROBABLY ACTUALLY. And teehee!
When she lets go, he squirms a bit, giving into that stupid, simple instinct to try to get his pipe, to try to get away from her. All of his squirming stops, though, when he feels the sharp point digging into the fabric of his shirt, into his back. He freezes then, his breath catching as he listened to her speak. Oh, Link, so that was the little shit's name.
There's a wince as the point digs in further, but still no sound from Tony. Shockingly, he's been shut up for once.]