Not in here, not with so many people around. Wesley's eyes widen in sudden alarm but there's hardly enough time to react before the fist connects. His head snaps back and he stumbles to the side with a startled, muffled sound as he clutches at his nose. What!?
There is a burning sensation and he can feel blood trickling out soon after. This cannot be happening? He rounds his back as he doubles over, trying to keep it from soiling his suit but again the man comes for him.
"Fftop!" he demands, flailing his other hand at Lindsey in a fit of panic to fend him off and defend his tie.
cw: violence, blood
Not in here, not with so many people around. Wesley's eyes widen in sudden alarm but there's hardly enough time to react before the fist connects. His head snaps back and he stumbles to the side with a startled, muffled sound as he clutches at his nose. What!?
There is a burning sensation and he can feel blood trickling out soon after. This cannot be happening? He rounds his back as he doubles over, trying to keep it from soiling his suit but again the man comes for him.
"Fftop!" he demands, flailing his other hand at Lindsey in a fit of panic to fend him off and defend his tie.