His Pa had always advised heavily against gloating, said it was the devil in you. Said you should be modest, son, modest and grateful for every little victory! Laughing and bragging 'bout it, well, tha's just ignoring that it's all luck and judgement up there, ain't it? You gloat and mark my words, somewhere down the line you'd get your comeuppance!<br/><br/>For Marco the proof as in the pudding<br/><br/>The grin was wiped from his face as the full weight of Ryuu ploughed into him. The chair kicked back on it's hind legs, Marco panicked, catching his balance and for a split second he lost complete control. He goddamn hated losing his grasp on any situation, let alone a hostage one.<br/><br/>The boys teeth sunk into the flesh of his shoulder, pinching and bruising. Pain washed over his skin in a scalding wave and a bark of pain and surprise shot from between his lips.<br/><br/>There was an awkward struggle between the boys, the chair and the keys before Ryuu lost his footing enough for Marco to give him a firm shove in the other direction.<br/><br/>He slipped to the ground, teeth bared, beautiful face as wild and fierce as ever, like a tiger roaring behind bars, "I don't want to stay here!"<br/><br/>Marco was on his feet in a flash. Whiskey and adrenaline now tearing through his system, fuelling his every move. He saw the movement as it happened, Ryuu swung his fist around. Marco shifted quick as he could, years of bar brawl practice coming into play, but it was barely enough, he felt the blow skim his hair. Ryuu might of been only little, but given the right circumstances, shite, could he pack a punch!<br/><br/>Marco could have giggled, but it was hardly the time. Crazy model loose in his apartment and whatnot...<br/><br/>"Give it a rest!" he hopped back a step or three, eyes wild, more than a touch nervous now, "I don't want to knock to clean out and fucking tie you to something-- like an animal-- but if that's how you wanna act, that's how I'm gonna treat you! SIT THE FUCK DOWN! You can talk can't you?" He raised his voice, speaking clearly and heatedly, "You're half the size of me, the only negotiation you could manage is verbal! Do you honestly want to resort to violence? I'm all game for violence! I'm fucking marvellous at violence! You, on the other hand aren't that fucking intimidating.."