[Beyond's teeth grit tightly, forcing himself to remember the gun to his jaw, to resist that so-impulsive desire to ram Mello into the ground. He might be able to take the gun, but he's at a rather high disadvantage, with the injury on his arm and the rage coursing through his veins. Mello easily matched his speed when Beyond had moved to attack just before. He knows that if he doesn't want that gun to go off, he has to play by Mello's temper, if only briefly. And it only serves to boil his blood further.
The hands in Mello's shirt grip tighter, pull up just slightly. A so-faint test of the waters. How trigger-happy is Mello really in this moment?
The words seethe through Beyond's teeth.]
I see. So it's Misora. [A minour miscalculation that causes it all. Information that's good to know. Or... at least would be if he could do anything with it. Those days have long passed, the crime has ceased function, and he's already lost in that sense. A double strike to his ego. And it takes every ounce of himself to continue with a level tone.]
Let me go, Mello.
[His hands in Mello's shirt shove against him slightly to push him away, and his face contorts into a sneer. As if still debating with himself to continue his attack or just storm away when he's released. But being held this close to Mello right now with all of the information being given to him, the first option is becoming more and more appealing, barrel to his throat or no.]
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The hands in Mello's shirt grip tighter, pull up just slightly. A so-faint test of the waters. How trigger-happy is Mello really in this moment?
The words seethe through Beyond's teeth.]
I see. So it's Misora. [A minour miscalculation that causes it all. Information that's good to know. Or... at least would be if he could do anything with it. Those days have long passed, the crime has ceased function, and he's already lost in that sense. A double strike to his ego. And it takes every ounce of himself to continue with a level tone.]
Let me go, Mello.
[His hands in Mello's shirt shove against him slightly to push him away, and his face contorts into a sneer. As if still debating with himself to continue his attack or just storm away when he's released. But being held this close to Mello right now with all of the information being given to him, the first option is becoming more and more appealing, barrel to his throat or no.]