[Jin, equally uncomfortable, equally petty about being in jail, sits at the opposite end of the cell, but the tiny room still leaves the two of them only a couple of feet away from each other. Not nearly enough room for Jin to ignore him when the doucheface speaks up. Incredulous, he finally turns, glowering over his shoulder at Asher--]
I'm sorry, my fault? You get hit in the head one too many times back there? I w-- [Mid-sentence, Jin grimaces, though: the blows from not so long ago sudddenly throb in pain.] --ah, shh... frick.
[That certainly took the ferocity out of him. He can already feel an ugly bruise blooming on his chest; he'll have to deal with that, and the bloody cut that his ALASTAIR uniform is sticking, sooner or later. Jin's tone turns sullen, and he tugs his uniform top up over his head so he can check his own wounds.]
Maybe I wanted us to work together, huh? That ever cross your mind before you started making a scene in front of them? [He turns away, gingerly pressing fingers to the bruises on his chest: ouch, that's going to be really nasty later.]
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I'm sorry, my fault? You get hit in the head one too many times back there? I w-- [Mid-sentence, Jin grimaces, though: the blows from not so long ago sudddenly throb in pain.] --ah, shh... frick.
[That certainly took the ferocity out of him. He can already feel an ugly bruise blooming on his chest; he'll have to deal with that, and the bloody cut that his ALASTAIR uniform is sticking, sooner or later. Jin's tone turns sullen, and he tugs his uniform top up over his head so he can check his own wounds.]
Maybe I wanted us to work together, huh? That ever cross your mind before you started making a scene in front of them? [He turns away, gingerly pressing fingers to the bruises on his chest: ouch, that's going to be really nasty later.]