[He shouldn't be watching. God, he really shouldn't.
How can someone keep so goddamn cool in the midst of all this chaos? Absent-mindedly, Asher jams an elbow into one of the bandits closest to him, although he's barely paying the gruff man any mind. Sure, he's seen sports on TV a million times, as an avid fan of anything hyper-masculine, but never once has he witnessed a move executed so perfectly.
Admiration and jealousy, a bitter cocktail, almost as bitter at whatever's building up in his throat from all the excitement (and terror).
Once he comes to his senses, Asher blinks several times, looking back in the direction he just stepped.]
Are they clearing out? Du-uuude!
[He raises his right hand in victory, clearly enthused.]
Up top!
[Jin may or may not notice that, while Asher celebrates, a different kind of crowd seems to be trading places with the one that was just present. These men look more professional, to say the least.
Asher himself will feel something cold and hard being slapped around his wrist. Oh dear.
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How can someone keep so goddamn cool in the midst of all this chaos? Absent-mindedly, Asher jams an elbow into one of the bandits closest to him, although he's barely paying the gruff man any mind. Sure, he's seen sports on TV a million times, as an avid fan of anything hyper-masculine, but never once has he witnessed a move executed so perfectly.
Admiration and jealousy, a bitter cocktail, almost as bitter at whatever's building up in his throat from all the excitement (and terror).
Once he comes to his senses, Asher blinks several times, looking back in the direction he just stepped.]
Are they clearing out? Du-uuude!
[He raises his right hand in victory, clearly enthused.]
Up top!
[Jin may or may not notice that, while Asher celebrates, a different kind of crowd seems to be trading places with the one that was just present. These men look more professional, to say the least.
Asher himself will feel something cold and hard being slapped around his wrist. Oh dear.
Are those handcuffs?]