[If Therion really wanted to get away, they both know he could--and would. He'd pull a knife, Spike would back off, glares and posturing would be traded according to their differing rates of exchange, and then they'd settle and things would go back to normal.
Instead, Therion wipes his cheek on his hoodie and balls up tighter, defending himself with only his crossed arms and his sleeves and--
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[If Therion really wanted to get away, they both know he could--and would. He'd pull a knife, Spike would back off, glares and posturing would be traded according to their differing rates of exchange, and then they'd settle and things would go back to normal.
Instead, Therion wipes his cheek on his hoodie and balls up tighter, defending himself with only his crossed arms and his sleeves and--
Laughing. Quietly, but yeah. Laughing.]