[ His back hits the wall, not terribly hard but still enough that the thin metal tremors slightly against the sudden force of his weight. Reggie looks at Sweet Pea indignantly, mouth still halfway open even though he isn't sure yet what he wants to say-- but he wants to say something, if only because Reggie hates being told what to do, and to show Sweet Pea that he isn't afraid of him.
Jaw clicking as it tenses, Reggie drops his eyes briefly to Sweet Pea's mouth, then wets his lips and raises his gaze back up to maintain a glare. Proximity, that all; where else is he supposed to look, crowded up against the wall like this? He shoves back against Sweet Pea's chest with both palms, which likely won't do much for actually moving the other boy back, but it's still satisfying nonetheless; Reggie leans his weight on his toes to better get up in Sweet Pea's face. ]
If there was anything to respect then maybe I would. But anybody can be tall and pretty-- just like anybody can be gangster trailer trash. Like, you have a neck tattoo and sleep on a freaking pull-out couch, but yeah, sure. I'm in total awe of you.
[ That this is a bad idea has probably sunk in more after Reggie's finished saying it, but if he realizes that, he doesn't let on. He just breathes slow, tense breaths, hands loosely curled into fists at his sides. ]
It isn't really talking shit when it's true, right?
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[ His back hits the wall, not terribly hard but still enough that the thin metal tremors slightly against the sudden force of his weight. Reggie looks at Sweet Pea indignantly, mouth still halfway open even though he isn't sure yet what he wants to say-- but he wants to say something, if only because Reggie hates being told what to do, and to show Sweet Pea that he isn't afraid of him.
Jaw clicking as it tenses, Reggie drops his eyes briefly to Sweet Pea's mouth, then wets his lips and raises his gaze back up to maintain a glare. Proximity, that all; where else is he supposed to look, crowded up against the wall like this? He shoves back against Sweet Pea's chest with both palms, which likely won't do much for actually moving the other boy back, but it's still satisfying nonetheless; Reggie leans his weight on his toes to better get up in Sweet Pea's face. ]
If there was anything to respect then maybe I would. But anybody can be tall and pretty-- just like anybody can be gangster trailer trash. Like, you have a neck tattoo and sleep on a freaking pull-out couch, but yeah, sure. I'm in total awe of you.
[ That this is a bad idea has probably sunk in more after Reggie's finished saying it, but if he realizes that, he doesn't let on. He just breathes slow, tense breaths, hands loosely curled into fists at his sides. ]
It isn't really talking shit when it's true, right?