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         ❝ to each is own i guess           ❞ a shrug follows his words once more because he doesn’t understand how decking someone could be the highlight of someone’s night, but…who is he to judge? looking over at him, knox felt the corner of his lips tug into a crooked smile, ❝ keep at it, you’ll be able to down guys bigger than me. i was almost off my feet, i just had my guard up. ❞ it was the truth, had he not expected the punch he would have probably been out cold. there’s a voice in the back of his head telling him that he should probably go home but a beer sounded good, especially free beer. ❝ what was your name again? ❞

            “ just had a bad day - needed to hit something and it felt good. SORRY, again. ” a poor excuse but one he made nonetheless. it was always on the tip of his tongue whenever he snapped or lashed out at someone for no reason. that was the leash to the rabid dog he was. and most people seemed to buy it anyway. he smiled back to the other, hands shoving into his pants’ pockets. “ i’d say you can call me ‘the guy that probably broke your nose’, but that’d be a bit of a mouthful. my name’s layne. ” one shoulder shrugged in the direction of the other, as if to gesture for an introduction while asking. “ and yours? ”