[ 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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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. ]