[ The second he's replied to Clara's, message, Amos is on his way down to Frank's quarters. What the fuck? Now Amos is probably not going to get laid with Clara ever again. Why is Frank being a cockblock - anonymously, too?
Amos, now that he can feel the feeling again, is fuming. Alex would never have said anything, so it leaves Frank, using a moment where Amos wasn't himself for what? Seriously, for what?
[ it wasn't as sinister as all that, but he definitely does regret it the moment he hits send. he really doesn't know how to stay in his own lane, like, even a little. time to face the music, castle. a calm, but wild-eyed frank answers the door moments later, trying to hold max back with his leg. the dog is already growling and kicking up a fuss, sensing the aggression coming from amos in waves. ]
Sounds like you're feeling better. [ it's sincere even though he's 9...8%? sure he's about to get hit. ]
[ It's almost a good estimate, only he is 100% getting hit. Amos doesn't even answer. Not with words, anyway. Instead, he goes straight for it, sending his already closed up fist into Frank's jaw.
He's not here to defend Clara's honor, even if that pisses him off, too, that Frank went to her at all, anonymously on top of it, and trying to disguise whatever he was doing as interest for one of them. Amos is just incredibly done with anyone thinking that his own business was theirs. Only very few people had earned the right to question him, and Frank definitely wasn't one of them.
So Amos punches him. Very hard. Very, very hard. ]
[ he wouldn't think of dodging it when he knows he deserves it, but he's eyeing max nervously all the same. ] Wait-- [ but it's too late. the second amos swings, max is lunging for him, getting a good grip on his ankle with a violent snarl despite frank's attempts at protesting. he's unflinching when he receives the blow he earned, but maybe he overestimated just how much he's been slacking around here; and how much the atmosphere on the station is affecting him overall. frank goes down hard, unable to corral max though it was clearly what he desperately wanted to do before being knocked rather efficiently unconscious. if amos and himself are ever on speaking terms again after this, he'll have to compliment his form. but for now it's night-night for franky c. ]
[ For a second, Max biting him doesn't even register. The only thing in Amos's head is the white hot flare of anger. ]
Stay out of my fucking business.
[ Frank goes down, and that's when Amos feels it, and tries to wrench his leg away from Max. But he's an attack dog, he knows what he's doing, and the pain strikes hard, making Amos buckle down, feeling teeth tearing at his muscles. Amos can only do one thing - he turns in a wide circle, until Max can see Frank on the floor, and that's when he lets go, blood on his muzzle, to nudge at Frank.
Amos hits the door button, fast, and limps back to his own quarters.
That was pointless. But it sort of felt good anyway. ]
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Amos, now that he can feel the feeling again, is fuming. Alex would never have said anything, so it leaves Frank, using a moment where Amos wasn't himself for what? Seriously, for what?
He bangs on the door with a fist. ]
Open up, you asshole!
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Sounds like you're feeling better. [ it's sincere even though he's 9...8%? sure he's about to get hit. ]
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He's not here to defend Clara's honor, even if that pisses him off, too, that Frank went to her at all, anonymously on top of it, and trying to disguise whatever he was doing as interest for one of them. Amos is just incredibly done with anyone thinking that his own business was theirs. Only very few people had earned the right to question him, and Frank definitely wasn't one of them.
So Amos punches him. Very hard. Very, very hard. ]
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Stay out of my fucking business.
[ Frank goes down, and that's when Amos feels it, and tries to wrench his leg away from Max. But he's an attack dog, he knows what he's doing, and the pain strikes hard, making Amos buckle down, feeling teeth tearing at his muscles. Amos can only do one thing - he turns in a wide circle, until Max can see Frank on the floor, and that's when he lets go, blood on his muzzle, to nudge at Frank.
Amos hits the door button, fast, and limps back to his own quarters.
That was pointless. But it sort of felt good anyway. ]