(hiruma watches for a moment, asking himself whether it'd be funnier to run or just accept his fate -- and the decision ends up being the latter, headlock tight, hands predictably lifting...

before falling, dead-weighting against asher, pretty well hanging in his arms.)

I said, after your wimp-out, "is your middle finger supposed to represent the size of your dick?" Paraphrased, so ya get the whole story.

Would you like that question in writing?