….Mickey stares unrelenting with a near pulsating anger welling from within the fragile frame that makes up what is left of his form. “LIAR!” he spits with energy dragged from the depths of whatever is left of his insides.
“Says you, I on the other hand prefer to call myself somewhat of a risk taker,” Paul quips back with a wry smile adorning his lips in the process.
“THEN YOU ARE A LIAR AND A FOOLISH BRAGGART TO BOOT!”
“Braggart?” he asks with a raised brow as his wry smile slips into a wider birth across his face, “Do you have ye olde time dictionary stuffed down your pants for quick reference in an overwhelmingly tight situation over there?”
“IF I HAD T-THE ENERGY, I-I WOULD SEE YOU DROWN I-IN A PUDDLE OF YOUR OWN BLOOD!”
“OUCH!” he snaps loudly before his smile arches open as it seemingly cuts his flesh while he runs his tongue across his the runs of his brilliantly white teeth. “I feel you took that one to heart far more than any other off hand insult I’ve given you in the last forever,” he quips proudly. “Had I realised one of your top weakness revolved around your inability to take ridicule over the age of your insults, I would’ve started here first and then worked my way backwards!”