A Brief Note to My Fifteen-Year-Old Self...

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First up, don't ever bother even tryin' to please a woman. It ain't worth the time an' the effort, an' they ain't never gonna be grateful for it anyways. Just take what you can, while you can, an' if they wanna cry about it, fuck 'em. They're only gonna end up cryin' about some other thing at some point anyways, so it may as well be you that makes 'em do it. Oh, an' while we're talkin' about women - girls, anyways - do whatever the fuck you want with Rose. Jimmy may talk tall, but believe me, he ain't never gonna carry out nearly half of those threats.

Next thing, make the most of this mutation we got. It ain't fully kicked in yet. Sure, when you're older, it's gonna save your life more times than y'can count, but it's gonna mean that liquor don't hold a kick worth shit any more by the time y'get to thirty - so knock it back like it's water while it still matters. Cough your guts up all over some broad's shoes. Wake up with a sore head. Make sure y'don't even know what the hell happened the night before, 'cause trust me, by the time y'reach a hundred, you're gonna wish y'could drink to forget.

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Oh, please. Y'always were full o' bullshit.

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You really think I'da let you get away with that?

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How d'you know that I didn't?

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... You didn't.

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No?

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No.

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Did Rose tell you that?

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You're lyin'. Shut up.

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What, you're a telepath now?

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I can smell it, asshole! Now shut up.

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What, even after all this time? Jesus, Jimmy, I woulda thought all the evidence would washed off a long time ago now.

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Shut the fuck up! *shove*

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*he laughs; it's like they're ten years old again, fighting over who won a game of hoops*

Or you'll what?

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*grabs Victor's coat* Or I'ma show you I ain't all talk.

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*irritatingly, he just continues to smirk*

Oh, really.

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*still holding on to Victor's coat, he lets his claws extend a little, just enough to pierce the skin*

Really.

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*he gives a low growl as Logan's blades draw blood, but he doesn't flinch, not yet*

Prove it.

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*already past the point of no return, his face set in determination, he pops his claws*

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*even as Logan's claws slice into his flesh, Victor laughs, blood bubbling up from his mouth; he chuckles, shoving his brother away from him. This was what he'd wanted all along, and he extends his own claws, preparing to face him down*

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*There's a brief moment, after he's pushed away, that neither of them does anything, as if waiting for some unseen signal, and then all hell breaks loose. Claws still out, Logan throws himself at Victor, ready to slash at everything that gets within his reach.*

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*Victor doesn't even care as Logan's claws slice through his arm; sure, he winces at the pain, but it's nothing he hasn't felt before, and he'll heal up soon enough. He dodges aside to avoid another blow and hurls himself at his brother, snarling*

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*As Victor's weight hits him and the nails start digging in, Logan strains not to be pushed over. Needing to hold on to Victor, his own claws are useless right now, so he kicks at Victor's legs as he puts all his strength into a push, trying to make Victor stumble back, or knock them both to the ground instead of just being pushed over himself - anything to stay in the game.*

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*he gives a snarl as Logan shoves him off-balance, but fuck it, if he's going down, he's taking his brother with him. With a loud growl he tumbles to the ground, digging his claws into Logan's clothes, into his flesh, dragging him down with him, sending them both crashing to the ground in a flurry of claws, howls, and blood*

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*Logan yelps as Victor's nails slice through his flesh, but this is what he wanted; a moment to let go of Victor, at least with one hand, and manage a decent strike with his claws. There is not enough time to do it properly, but when he falls on top of Victor, gravity helps bury the claws in Victor anyway - a hit, if hardly well-aimed one - and Logan grimaces, satisfied. This is what he wanted; now, if Victor rolls them over, he's just going to impale himself further on Logan's claws. But, meanwhile, Logan is as stuck as before, both his hands necessary to keep Victor at a distance - and one hand effectively trapped by the claws inside of Victor. Sheathing his claws is the only way out, but that would be counterproductive - for now.*