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[modern au] - starter for backcrawl
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incensusCW: violence mention, probably some blood and bruises, things you sustain from getting hit by someone larger than you.
[To be fair, the fight hadn't entirely been Wolfram's fault. The guy had been saying some pretty awful things about his mother, which wasn't unusual as a lot of people do, but Wolfram's tired of hearing it. She's the only family he has left at the moment, with his brothers currently in different countries entirely, and no, she's not perfect, and yes, he blames her for certain things. But that hardly means he's willing to listen to a random stranger insult her, someone who thinks they have a right to do that simply because she's rich and well-known.
So he'd hit him. Right there in the park. Where the guy was surrounded by a group of friends. And things had gone down hill from there. And Wolfram hadn't won, not by a long shot, despite the fact he had a lot of anger fueling him, the other guy had been bigger than him (as most guys were, really) and stronger than him. And besides that, he'd had some help from his friends.
Surprisingly, they hadn't gone much for the face. It could have been worse, really. A lot worse. As it is, he'd come out of it with a split lip and a bloody nose, but beyond that it seems to be mostly bruises in other places. That and he's covered in dirt from being pushed to the ground. Which is where he still sits, seething, as the offensive stranger and his friends finally leave, laughing just as much as they had before Wolfram had started the fight. It's all he can do to keep himself from going after them again. But if he receives any more damage it will be even more humiliating than it already is, so he holds himself back, and lets them go.]
[To be fair, the fight hadn't entirely been Wolfram's fault. The guy had been saying some pretty awful things about his mother, which wasn't unusual as a lot of people do, but Wolfram's tired of hearing it. She's the only family he has left at the moment, with his brothers currently in different countries entirely, and no, she's not perfect, and yes, he blames her for certain things. But that hardly means he's willing to listen to a random stranger insult her, someone who thinks they have a right to do that simply because she's rich and well-known.
So he'd hit him. Right there in the park. Where the guy was surrounded by a group of friends. And things had gone down hill from there. And Wolfram hadn't won, not by a long shot, despite the fact he had a lot of anger fueling him, the other guy had been bigger than him (as most guys were, really) and stronger than him. And besides that, he'd had some help from his friends.
Surprisingly, they hadn't gone much for the face. It could have been worse, really. A lot worse. As it is, he'd come out of it with a split lip and a bloody nose, but beyond that it seems to be mostly bruises in other places. That and he's covered in dirt from being pushed to the ground. Which is where he still sits, seething, as the offensive stranger and his friends finally leave, laughing just as much as they had before Wolfram had started the fight. It's all he can do to keep himself from going after them again. But if he receives any more damage it will be even more humiliating than it already is, so he holds himself back, and lets them go.]
