[Firo frowns at the change in Hank's expression. Hank, mad at him? Hank's the asshole who went and raided Firo's casino, even if it's not really Firo's actual casino. If anyone has a right to be mad, it's Firo, and probably that lady who vanished, whatever her beef with Hank was.
--And then Hank's coming at him and all such thoughts slide from his head, replaced with motion.
When Hank's fingers find Firo's shirt, Firo grabs his hand and twists his body to the side, ducking low in an attempt to avoid the punch--and, maybe, if the momentum works out, throw him. Or get them both dragged down together. He's not feeling too picky.
And so, regardless of his success or failure, as he tries the redirect he'll bark out:]
no subject
--And then Hank's coming at him and all such thoughts slide from his head, replaced with motion.
When Hank's fingers find Firo's shirt, Firo grabs his hand and twists his body to the side, ducking low in an attempt to avoid the punch--and, maybe, if the momentum works out, throw him. Or get them both dragged down together. He's not feeling too picky.
And so, regardless of his success or failure, as he tries the redirect he'll bark out:]
The hell is your problem?