[ it's frustrating how easy it is to get used to someone trespassing on his property, especially private property like the inside of his workshop, but for all the rage he's resigned himself to it, mostly. nothing stops survivors, even death. maybe inviting them in will make it lose the appeal of breaking in. it depends on what they want - if it's to piss him off it might work, and if it's to steal it won't.
but david's not here for either, although pissing him off is pretty much the standard. evan unhooks his cleaver from his belt and sets it against a stack of crates, pauses to look around for what he was planning to get when a hand lands on him, tugs him around, and suddenly it's david pushing him back toward a workbench.
he could ignore it, but ... he lets himself be nudged until his lower back hits the table, watching david carefully through the mask. he rests his hands on the workbench's edge, a little curious but, as always, ready to fight if things turn.
not that he expects them to just now. not when there's something almost as interesting to think about. ]
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but david's not here for either, although pissing him off is pretty much the standard. evan unhooks his cleaver from his belt and sets it against a stack of crates, pauses to look around for what he was planning to get when a hand lands on him, tugs him around, and suddenly it's david pushing him back toward a workbench.
he could ignore it, but ... he lets himself be nudged until his lower back hits the table, watching david carefully through the mask. he rests his hands on the workbench's edge, a little curious but, as always, ready to fight if things turn.
not that he expects them to just now. not when there's something almost as interesting to think about. ]