[ Gareth feels a spike of something angry and irritable grind at his insides whenever Amon says his name and, like a dog with rage twisted round his throat like a chokechain, he does what the demon asks him to do. The chair comes to a scraping stop at the middle of the room and Gareth shoves Payton down into it as he winds him with another fist to the gut. ] Have a seat, [ he says, still all jeering smiles.
Payton's got a lot of hair, which Gareth likes, in so much as it gives him something to hold onto, wrenching his head back so as to look up at Amon. There's hate in Gareth's fingertips but he doesn't give it over; he keeps it to himself for now. ] Say hi to the pretty lady.
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Payton's got a lot of hair, which Gareth likes, in so much as it gives him something to hold onto, wrenching his head back so as to look up at Amon. There's hate in Gareth's fingertips but he doesn't give it over; he keeps it to himself for now. ] Say hi to the pretty lady.