Kirk actually stopped in surprise for just a second, surprised that had worked so well. He had been prepared to go for a gut-jab immediately after but the Vulcan had actually taken the hit as terribly as any human. The surprise was quickly flooded by pride, which was taken over by the anger that had made him throw the punch in the first place.
Kirk bent down and wrapped both hands in Spock's shirt, picking him up with a deep grunt and pressing him against the wall. "What the fuck is wrong with you!? You're hiding MORE shit from me after what we'd just talked about! YOU FUCKING LYING SON OF A BITCH. You went in there with him! You fucking let him get that close after what happened last time... WHAT. THE. FUCK!?" He brought his face up close, snarling his words, every part of him filled with a sense of betrayal, anger, rage.
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Date: 2009-08-08 02:30 am (UTC)Kirk bent down and wrapped both hands in Spock's shirt, picking him up with a deep grunt and pressing him against the wall. "What the fuck is wrong with you!? You're hiding MORE shit from me after what we'd just talked about! YOU FUCKING LYING SON OF A BITCH. You went in there with him! You fucking let him get that close after what happened last time... WHAT. THE. FUCK!?" He brought his face up close, snarling his words, every part of him filled with a sense of betrayal, anger, rage.