Hanna's hands never left the one at his shoulder, his legs kicking as he attempted to get himself free. When a mans hand was the same size as two of yours though? He didn't even stand a chance.
The first blow had him seeing stars and nothing else, a sharp pain exploding all over his face as he heard and felt his glasses crack. The second blow shattered them, the broken pieces of the frame and glass pressing into his skin, and he was thankful for the brunt of the blow being centered on his nose. He didn't want to be blinded here, not today.
He winced between blow two and three, waiting for it, but it never came. He's scared to open his eyes, wondering if that's all he's waiting for, for him to open them and see what's coming, but even then, it doesn't come. It stings when he opens his eyes, he's sure he's got some blood in them, and he can feel it dribbling down his face, down his nose, but he can't for the life of him see what's got his attacker in such a daze. His grip was still like iron, but he wasn't focused on him any more.
"L-let me go!" He manages, attempting another pathetic struggle while he's distracted, but it's still no real use. He's never leaving home or work without his marker again.
The gap between Richard and Maurice closed like two hands coming together to make the A in the YMCA dance.
"Drop him," said Maurice in the most gentle voice. It was breathy and shaky and almost too quiet to hear. When Richard only stared at him stupidly and did an odd sort of double take between Maurice and Hanna as if to check and see that this was really happening, he flung his jaws wide and cranked it up to a roar. "DROP HIM!"
Richard recoiled and in doing so, finally released his grip on Hanna. He turned to face Maurice, bringing his hands up in a placating gesture. "Wait. Just wait. This isn't--"
Maurice often prided himself in being patient and eager to talk things out because by golly it sure was easy to misunderstand things sometimes, but the smell of blood in the air was as thick as smoke and he knew exactly what was going on. His hand shot out for Richard's wrist.
"This time I'll rip it OFF!" And then, as he had the very first time they met, he yanked the man off his feet. Richard arched through the air beautifully and Maurice controlled his fall as if he were an Olympic ribbon dancer. The man hit the floor like an avalanche and Maurice brought his boot down on his shoulder hard enough for the crack to echo off the hanging glasses.
With Hanna's ears ringing, he couldn't hear the near whisper, but he heard his shout, and something like relief and terror kind of flooded into his heart and soul. Maurice was here, and he wasn't going to get his face rearranged some more. He's thankful, sure, but when he's suddenly on the floor, hitting it hard after being lifted off the ground, he feels the wind of Richard being flung in the air.
He watches it in slow motion, even if his vision is blurry and everything hurts all at once. It's too much though, he knows that, even if he's sure that he could have been permanently hurt by this asshole, and he struggles to push himself up, half falling over as he attempts to right himself. "W-wait, Maurice, wait!" His voice sounds off, the blood dribbling out of his nose making it sound wierd, and he can start to taste it in his mouth too. It's coppery, and he doesn't like it. "He's not worth it, c-come on."
Because as much as he'd like for Maurice to rip him a new one, he doesn't want him jailed for murder either. That wouldn't help anyone.
Richard was howling and trying to stop the blows with his free hand. Maurice's boot broke every finger. It was then between blows that Hanna's weedy voice made its way through the angry swarm of bees filling the vampire's head. His boot didn't slam a fourth time. Instead it came down gingerly and Maurice let go of the man's hand.
He turned, tears and snot streaking his face, and reached for Hanna's arms. He was bleeding everywhere he had fallen down his BABY. "Oh God, oh God are you okay? I'm so sorry, this is my fault, I was busy fucking around outside! Can you stand up?"
Without waiting for Hanna to answer his hands were all over the smaller man's face checking to see if he had both eyes in his head, if he had all his teeth. Noses weren't that important.
It's a little strange, hearing the pained noises Richard made on the floor with Maurice turning and cooing over him. When Maurice moves to touch his face, Hanna pulls back a little, afraid of how it's going to feel if even he brushes the already bruised up skin. His glasses, halfed and shattered fall off his face, and he winces as he feels some of it slip out of cuts they had pressed into his skin. He doesn't even want to look at the remains of them, covered in blood as they probably were, and he shakily lifts a hand to his head, attempting to get the room to stop spinning.
"Can't see too well...M'dizzy." He manages, though he does try to get up again, almost falling again and shakily holding himself up against the wall that had just minutes ago, rattled him from his head down to his toes.
"Don't worry, don't worry." Maurice dragged his arm under his nose and sucked in a loud sniff. There was a tiny pop behind them. One of the patrons had found one of the little plastic eggs and popped it open because why the fuck not?
The vampire's face darkened again and he turned his war frown back on the bar. "Unless anybody else wants a dancin' lesson, keep your goddamn hands to yourself."
Because the kicker? Maurice didn't show up on film and nobody would believe anyone there.
He stepped carefully around Richard's prone form, guiding Hanna gently as he could. He didn't mention the truck in case anyone tried to tail them that way, though everyone was too shocked to follow them for the moment.
"Urgent Care's just down the way, you're lucky." It was hard to resist bombarding Hanna with questions. "Lean on me. Like that." He would have carried Hanna if it wouldn't attract even more attention.
Disoriented and a little in shock, Hanna lets himself be guided, though he points towards the bar, suddenly sounding concerned. "I didn't pay for my drink!" He manages, even if he had barely received it when Asshole mcgee showed up, but in all his bloody discombobulation, it's obviously the most important thing. He doesn't seem to want to slow for the walk though, still staring towards the bar blindly, even as he's led to the door.
Urgent care sounds like heaven, really, and each step he can feel his pulse hard in his face, like the whole thing is one big bruise, or his heart suddenly changed places with his face. "My face feels like a sticky bomb looks."
"It's okay, he'll put it on Bluto's tab. He owes us all a drink anyway," he muttered. He really wanted to carry Hanna. It had become second nature. Scoop up tiny companion and book it. But this was not a safe place to do that.
It wasn't safe at all. It hadn't ever been. Maurice felt like somebody had dropped a brick into his stomach. The blood smell was stronger than ever out here and he could feel it on his hands from touching Hanna's face. He was glad his boyfriend tasted so horrible or he'd fear that his rage might tip the scales toward bloodlust.
"I don't think he messed you up too bad...you still got your smile. It's...it's really hard to crush a human skull. You're gonna be okay." He could feel the tears welling up again.
Hanna's at least calmed by the idea that someone else might pick up his bill. He wasn't the type to dine and ditch, but when he's heading to the emergency room, well. He moves slow, knowing he got jostled a little too hard, and he hopes that the dizziness isn't going to stay, but it's hard to focus still, and when they get outside, the cool air doesn't feel good.
"D-don't think anythings broken but my nose." Which, he always thought it wasn't the best thing ever. Maybe it'll give him an edgey look. "Thanks...for saving me by the way." He manages, coughing because some of that blood leaking out of his nose is getting caught in his throat too. "M-my hero."
Maurice tightened his grip in what he hoped was a comforting squeeze.
"Any time...I'm so sorry this happened." He could have filled the air with 'I should have's but now wasn't the time. Hanna needed medical attention. Soon the glow of the Urgent Care 24 Hour Clinic washed over them. "Asshole'll think twice before picking on anyone. That guy's a loose canon. I thought he learned his lesson the first time."
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The first blow had him seeing stars and nothing else, a sharp pain exploding all over his face as he heard and felt his glasses crack. The second blow shattered them, the broken pieces of the frame and glass pressing into his skin, and he was thankful for the brunt of the blow being centered on his nose. He didn't want to be blinded here, not today.
He winced between blow two and three, waiting for it, but it never came. He's scared to open his eyes, wondering if that's all he's waiting for, for him to open them and see what's coming, but even then, it doesn't come. It stings when he opens his eyes, he's sure he's got some blood in them, and he can feel it dribbling down his face, down his nose, but he can't for the life of him see what's got his attacker in such a daze. His grip was still like iron, but he wasn't focused on him any more.
"L-let me go!" He manages, attempting another pathetic struggle while he's distracted, but it's still no real use. He's never leaving home or work without his marker again.
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"Drop him," said Maurice in the most gentle voice. It was breathy and shaky and almost too quiet to hear. When Richard only stared at him stupidly and did an odd sort of double take between Maurice and Hanna as if to check and see that this was really happening, he flung his jaws wide and cranked it up to a roar. "DROP HIM!"
Richard recoiled and in doing so, finally released his grip on Hanna. He turned to face Maurice, bringing his hands up in a placating gesture. "Wait. Just wait. This isn't--"
Maurice often prided himself in being patient and eager to talk things out because by golly it sure was easy to misunderstand things sometimes, but the smell of blood in the air was as thick as smoke and he knew exactly what was going on. His hand shot out for Richard's wrist.
"This time I'll rip it OFF!" And then, as he had the very first time they met, he yanked the man off his feet. Richard arched through the air beautifully and Maurice controlled his fall as if he were an Olympic ribbon dancer. The man hit the floor like an avalanche and Maurice brought his boot down on his shoulder hard enough for the crack to echo off the hanging glasses.
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He watches it in slow motion, even if his vision is blurry and everything hurts all at once. It's too much though, he knows that, even if he's sure that he could have been permanently hurt by this asshole, and he struggles to push himself up, half falling over as he attempts to right himself. "W-wait, Maurice, wait!" His voice sounds off, the blood dribbling out of his nose making it sound wierd, and he can start to taste it in his mouth too. It's coppery, and he doesn't like it. "He's not worth it, c-come on."
Because as much as he'd like for Maurice to rip him a new one, he doesn't want him jailed for murder either. That wouldn't help anyone.
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He turned, tears and snot streaking his face, and reached for Hanna's arms. He was bleeding everywhere he had fallen down his BABY. "Oh God, oh God are you okay? I'm so sorry, this is my fault, I was busy fucking around outside! Can you stand up?"
Without waiting for Hanna to answer his hands were all over the smaller man's face checking to see if he had both eyes in his head, if he had all his teeth. Noses weren't that important.
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"Can't see too well...M'dizzy." He manages, though he does try to get up again, almost falling again and shakily holding himself up against the wall that had just minutes ago, rattled him from his head down to his toes.
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The vampire's face darkened again and he turned his war frown back on the bar. "Unless anybody else wants a dancin' lesson, keep your goddamn hands to yourself."
Because the kicker? Maurice didn't show up on film and nobody would believe anyone there.
He stepped carefully around Richard's prone form, guiding Hanna gently as he could. He didn't mention the truck in case anyone tried to tail them that way, though everyone was too shocked to follow them for the moment.
"Urgent Care's just down the way, you're lucky." It was hard to resist bombarding Hanna with questions. "Lean on me. Like that." He would have carried Hanna if it wouldn't attract even more attention.
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Urgent care sounds like heaven, really, and each step he can feel his pulse hard in his face, like the whole thing is one big bruise, or his heart suddenly changed places with his face. "My face feels like a sticky bomb looks."
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It wasn't safe at all. It hadn't ever been. Maurice felt like somebody had dropped a brick into his stomach. The blood smell was stronger than ever out here and he could feel it on his hands from touching Hanna's face. He was glad his boyfriend tasted so horrible or he'd fear that his rage might tip the scales toward bloodlust.
"I don't think he messed you up too bad...you still got your smile. It's...it's really hard to crush a human skull. You're gonna be okay." He could feel the tears welling up again.
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"D-don't think anythings broken but my nose." Which, he always thought it wasn't the best thing ever. Maybe it'll give him an edgey look. "Thanks...for saving me by the way." He manages, coughing because some of that blood leaking out of his nose is getting caught in his throat too. "M-my hero."
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"Any time...I'm so sorry this happened." He could have filled the air with 'I should have's but now wasn't the time. Hanna needed medical attention. Soon the glow of the Urgent Care 24 Hour Clinic washed over them. "Asshole'll think twice before picking on anyone. That guy's a loose canon. I thought he learned his lesson the first time."