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pocketpretzels) wrote2022-12-15 12:26 am
pocketpretzels) wrote2022-12-15 12:26 am
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Somewhere Along Jones Parkway, Thursday Morning
It wasn’t his week to visit Steven for lunch, but given how strange yesterday had been, he was a little concerned despite the reassuring text message he'd received first thing, and so Watts had decided to pay him a visit just to say hi. Possibly even stop in at Steph’s shop as well for similar reasons.
He was on edge as he walked, but no amount of wariness could have prepared him for the sight of one Detective Edwards, stalking towards him clad in a suit made of-
"Is that denim?" he blurted. Not 'What are you doing here?' or even 'How did you get here?' but 'Is that denim?'. In Watts's defense that was an odd sartorial choice, and he'd never seen anyone wear both trousers and jacket in the material, let alone that shade...
"You!" growled Edwards, suddenly far closer than Watts was comfortable with. He took a stumbling step backwards, but Edwards only advanced along with him.
In retrospect, he should have seen the first hit coming. Edwards pulled his arm back, fingers curled into a fist, and then let loose, colliding with Watts's right eye.
"Do you know," Edwards growled, hitting him again, "what you've done to my career?"
"What I've done?" Watts gasped out. "I've done nothing to you!"
"You're a sodomite. A disgrace to the badge you wear," another hit collided with his face, and then his midsection, causing Watts to double over. "And somehow, you've convinced that Inspector of yours that you're worth protecting." The next hit had Watts on the ground, and now Edwards let loose a kick. "My career is on tenterhooks, I make one tiny little mistake and I'm busted back to constable, and here you are, flaunting your sinful, deviant lifestyle for all to see."
"I'm not-" Whatever Watts had been about to say was cut off as the wind got knocked out of him by another kick. "I'm not even in Toronto, why do you care?" he wheezed.
"Because!" Edwards spat. "What you are, what you do, goes against God and morality!" While he was speaking, Watts managed to gather enough strength to give a kick of his own, his foot colliding with Edwards's ankle, sending the other man stumbling to his knees.
"I'm not the one beating a man in the middle of the street," Watts managed as he scrambled to his feet. And with that, he ran, not looking back.
[ooc: establishy. cut for violence and homophobic language.]
He was on edge as he walked, but no amount of wariness could have prepared him for the sight of one Detective Edwards, stalking towards him clad in a suit made of-
"Is that denim?" he blurted. Not 'What are you doing here?' or even 'How did you get here?' but 'Is that denim?'. In Watts's defense that was an odd sartorial choice, and he'd never seen anyone wear both trousers and jacket in the material, let alone that shade...
"You!" growled Edwards, suddenly far closer than Watts was comfortable with. He took a stumbling step backwards, but Edwards only advanced along with him.
In retrospect, he should have seen the first hit coming. Edwards pulled his arm back, fingers curled into a fist, and then let loose, colliding with Watts's right eye.
"Do you know," Edwards growled, hitting him again, "what you've done to my career?"
"What I've done?" Watts gasped out. "I've done nothing to you!"
"You're a sodomite. A disgrace to the badge you wear," another hit collided with his face, and then his midsection, causing Watts to double over. "And somehow, you've convinced that Inspector of yours that you're worth protecting." The next hit had Watts on the ground, and now Edwards let loose a kick. "My career is on tenterhooks, I make one tiny little mistake and I'm busted back to constable, and here you are, flaunting your sinful, deviant lifestyle for all to see."
"I'm not-" Whatever Watts had been about to say was cut off as the wind got knocked out of him by another kick. "I'm not even in Toronto, why do you care?" he wheezed.
"Because!" Edwards spat. "What you are, what you do, goes against God and morality!" While he was speaking, Watts managed to gather enough strength to give a kick of his own, his foot colliding with Edwards's ankle, sending the other man stumbling to his knees.
"I'm not the one beating a man in the middle of the street," Watts managed as he scrambled to his feet. And with that, he ran, not looking back.
[ooc: establishy. cut for violence and homophobic language.]