[ As poor ol Jim's luck would have it, it happened to be none other than Badou bringing down his foot hard (.........) on the Brit's booze-saturated stomach that cleared the fog in his mind--and did it ever, with the force of a thousand hair dryers on a patch of lower wig--and he remembered, with more and more clarity with every punch, all of it. ALL of it. Marceline...Badou's junk... all of the things that poor man had seen't.
But Norrington didn't say anything, maybe because he was having the shit beat out of him, or maybe because he felt Badou deserved the aggression--and let the other man recooperate (ain't he a nice guy) while he, with soggy bloody breaths and lots of cursing under his breath, pushed himself to a sitting position.
He would have just told Badou he'd remembered, the wanker, but no. He had to open his mouth.
The second that last word is out of Badou's mouth, it's a bird, it's a plane - no, it's a disgrace to the Flag! - and Norrington's launched himself at the redhead with a wild yell. TOUUUUUCHDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWN SLIM JIM! He starts with grabbing a fistful of that coppery goodness of hair, scrabbling around with the startled and raging Badou , yanking them (.....................heh) by pulling him onto their/his feet]
DON'T YOU--[ there's a punch, connecting with--well, something, as James was currently too blinded by his rage to see much of anything--or just the nasty tangled disgusting greasy curtain that is his own hair, fallen in front of his face ]
TALK ABOUT--[ he knees Badou in the stomach ]
--MY PANTIES!
[ Then James sees the cigarette, still smoking and limply held between Badou's fingers still, out of the corner of his eye, snatches it and takes a good, long drag, this time only coughing twice. His eyes watering only...a lil...
Then he sighs and spits once more, blood and spit and another tooth--oh, Badou will be receiving a bill for this...let's see where that allowance of Kyouya's goes now--and speaks, his voice raw and sexy ]
durr how fight scenes work, mommy. (I better be getting good at this if I'm gonna Reese)
But Norrington didn't say anything, maybe because he was having the shit beat out of him, or maybe because he felt Badou deserved the aggression--and let the other man recooperate (ain't he a nice guy) while he, with soggy bloody breaths and lots of cursing under his breath, pushed himself to a sitting position.
He would have just told Badou he'd remembered, the wanker, but no. He had to open his mouth.
The second that last word is out of Badou's mouth, it's a bird, it's a plane - no, it's a disgrace to the Flag! - and Norrington's launched himself at the redhead with a wild yell. TOUUUUUCHDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWN SLIM JIM! He starts with grabbing a fistful of that coppery goodness of hair, scrabbling around with the startled and raging Badou , yanking them (.....................heh) by pulling him onto their/his feet]
DON'T YOU--[ there's a punch, connecting with--well, something, as James was currently too blinded by his rage to see much of anything--or just the nasty tangled disgusting greasy curtain that is his own hair, fallen in front of his face ]
TALK ABOUT--[ he knees Badou in the stomach ]
--MY PANTIES!
[ Then James sees the cigarette, still smoking and limply held between Badou's fingers still, out of the corner of his eye, snatches it and takes a good, long drag, this time only coughing twice. His eyes watering only...a lil...
Then he sighs and spits once more, blood and spit and another tooth--oh, Badou will be receiving a bill for this...let's see where that allowance of Kyouya's goes now--and speaks, his voice raw
and sexy]I remember it now, you fucknut.
rawr