[Trauma's initial reaction is pretty much what anyone else would do when suddenly ending up smacked onto the floor, stunned, wide eyed, and the air knocked out of him in a rush. It's enough to shock his system and send the unwanted slithering idea to shift (thefloordownstairshasthatgirlafraidofthemonsterinherclosetcouldbethatrightnowfighthimoff) into overdrive, eyes flashing red and skin going gray as he locked his hands around Claudio's wrists to get him to let the fuck go.]
Let GO! Cl- [Smacking into the floor again isn't as bad when you're already on the floor. But it's kind of distracting and sentence stopping. Just a little. It was already hard enough to talk in the first place, first attempt coming out as a wheeze before words came out at all. Trauma can get that he really probably should have attempted a different angle than 'complete asshole', but there's a point where it's not just him, and he's pretty sure he can't be this big a je-
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Well, he's been worse before and not gotten smacked into the floor. In a very distant way he rationalizes this, like he's dealing with something miles away instead of his best friend apparently deciding to try and give him a concussion for jerkass behavior or something.]
FUCK YOU you fucking-! What the fuck don't I GET! The fuck is even-SHIT.
[He responds by shouting back at him, all anger, and voice going between warped and wrong, and just plain weak from not having the breath to put behind it again yet. Trauma continues to try and get Claudio to let the fuck go, now with more strength behind it as his brain catches up because believe it or not, it kind of really fucking hurts when you have most of someone's weight concentrated on your shoulders that have been smacked into the floor a few too many times. A lot, actually.]
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Let GO! Cl- [Smacking into the floor again isn't as bad when you're already on the floor. But it's kind of distracting and sentence stopping. Just a little. It was already hard enough to talk in the first place, first attempt coming out as a wheeze before words came out at all. Trauma can get that he really probably should have attempted a different angle than 'complete asshole', but there's a point where it's not just him, and he's pretty sure he can't be this big a je-
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Well, he's been worse before and not gotten smacked into the floor. In a very distant way he rationalizes this, like he's dealing with something miles away instead of his best friend apparently deciding to try and give him a concussion for jerkass behavior or something.]
FUCK YOU you fucking-! What the fuck don't I GET! The fuck is even-SHIT.
[He responds by shouting back at him, all anger, and voice going between warped and wrong, and just plain weak from not having the breath to put behind it again yet. Trauma continues to try and get Claudio to let the fuck go, now with more strength behind it as his brain catches up because believe it or not, it kind of really fucking hurts when you have most of someone's weight concentrated on your shoulders that have been smacked into the floor a few too many times. A lot, actually.]