gotta keep 'em separated

Ty had almost backed out on coming back to meet with Levi. His pride had told him no, he shouldn't go. He had been so close to just turning around and requesting a new roommate. He wouldn't have minded getting awarded a single room, either. No roommate to pester him, and no one to make him question his sexuality. Despite the thoughts that went through his head, Ty kept on towards the courtyard.

A shouting match across the courtyard had captured his attention, drawing him in closer. It was Levi and a stranger, and seemingly the stranger was intentionally antagonising his roommate. Levi absolutely looked like he was about to cry, and the stranger just kept on. Even calling him Daniel. What did that mean that wasn't his name. His face scrunched up, making it up just in time to hear Levi admit that he had no friends. Well goddamnit what did that make them? It wasn't like he spent all those awful days going outside for nothing.

Stepping out, Ty suddenly found he was furious. Not at Levi, but at the stranger who had apparently done all this. Levi didn't cry, he wasn't a baby. He said nothing, feeling both cold and emotionless as he stalked closer to the stranger. In an instant, he was upon the slightly shorter man, his fingers digging into the jet black hair as he ripped the man's head back forcefully, his other hand swinging up to sock the stranger in the eye. He almost let go. Almost. A quick glance over at Levi reaffirmed his emotions, and Ty hissed, delivering another blow to the back of the man's head, aiming to knock him over. "What the fuck."

Gabe couldn't believe his eyes, were those actual tears rolling down the demon's cheeks. He didn't understand how a little bit of jeering had made the man cry, sure he might have gone a bit overboard and stepped over the line but crying was the last reaction he had expected to get.

The angel wasn't quite sure what to do now. He wasn't going to apologise because he didn't feel like Levi deserved one. But he'd already broken down the demon's walls, there was no need for any more nasty remarks. He believed he had already won this one. Gabe realised that he should probably feel a little guilty, but honestly he didn't.

Gabriel didn't really get very long to think about what he was going to do next, because suddenly someone had yanked him away from Levi by the hair on the back of his head and then proceeded to sock him in the eye. Gabe groaned, his vision going before he could even process the face before him. It hadn't been one he'd recognise anyway, this person was a stranger to him.

The next thing the angel knew, he was on the ground. He felt a dull throbbing at the back of his head, and presumed he'd gotten hit there too. 'What the fuck,' was the only thing this stranger had said. So apparently I got it wrong and someone does care about that stupid demon.

Just the idea of Levi being pushed so far he cried made him absolutely furious. What had they even been talking about to make the tension go this high? He didn't care about Levi at all, or rather, that's what he liked to tell himself even as he punched one of his attackers in the face. He was just ... Making sure peace was kept across the campus. Dropping to his knees, Ty arrange grasped the strange man's hair once again, drawing the man's head back.

"Look what you've done." His voice had remained constant the entire time, low and relatively calm. He didn't feel any anger as one might expect in a fight. In all actuality, he was probably calmer than he had any right to be. His face set in a cold mask of deep hatred, Ty drew his fist back, his fist colliding with a solid crunch to Gabe's jaw. Pulling back, Ty stood once again, staring down with distaste at the creature below him. "What, can't fight back, now?" He was more often than not in the role of a bully, tormenting those he knew couldn't fight back. It was different, then, when you were detached from the victim.
Your perspective tended to change, however, when you knew the victim personally. And could personally extract revenge.

The stranger came to yank his hair again, "what the hell is your problem? " Gabe snapped, "why is it any of your business what went down between us? " The man hadn't even been around when the majority of their conversation was taking place, Gabe didn't think it was fair that the man had jumped into the fight without having any of the facts. Granted, if he did have information about what had happened he would probably have beat Gabriel up even more.

Well, Gabe wasn't going to let the stranger completely throttle him, without at least trying to defend himself. He hadn't fought back at first because he'd been taken by surprise. His vision was returning to him though, and he had a clear view of his attacker. The man hit him in the spot where Bill had punched him only a couple of days before, and that pain was excruciating. Gabe launched himself onto his feet and towards Ty. He grabbed the man by his shoulders, and sent a punch to the side of his face - his fist colliding with the man's right cheekbone. "Who the fuck are you? The angel snarled.

Ty honestly couldn't answer why this fight was his business. All he knew is that this was his fight now, and he was going to finish it if it killed him. He remained silent, not actually sure what to even say to that. It wasn't like he felt anything for the boy.

He wasn't allowed to think more on the subject, because it appeared his victim was ready to stand back up. Doubled over by an incredible pain, Ty came back around in time to recieve a solid blow to his cheekbone. He could feel it all the way back to his spine, and Ty hissed, wiping blood away from his mouth. "None of your goddamn business." With his bloodied hand, Ty balled it up, hooking one fist left and angling his other in right blow it, going for the bottom of Gabe's jaw and his throat. He was delighted now that the man had begun to fight back. Now it could begin to get interesting. He may not have arrived in time to prevent the tears, but he could at least have fun preventing any future incidents. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" His elbow swung left, coming back to thrust the point right in the centre of Gabe's chest, grunting as his bone collided with bone. He hadn't fought properly in such a long time, he was still quite rusty.

Gabe noticed that the mysterious stranger wasn't giving answers to any of his questions, he didn't have long to dwell on that fact though because the other man was giving twice as many as he got and the angel was having difficulty thinking straight. Gabe tried to dodge the man's blows, before realising that that feat was next to impossible. The best thing he could do was return some.

The angel was certain that he'd wake up tomorrow with at least triple the amount of bruises he already had. "Fuck you, " Gabe spat, blood coming out as well. He jumped for the man, kicking at his shins and grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He didn't hold on for all that long though, as a blow to the chest a minute later rendered him breathless and gasping for air. "Why should I answer that? " Gabe panted, trying to get control of his breathing. "I asked you first. " At this point he didn't really care who the stranger was, he just wanted to beat the shit out of him. Which is why he threw himself at Ty again, socking him right on the bridge of his nose.

Managing to shake off the feisty stranger, Ty darted a little ways away, reassessing the situation. The man sure did like talking, and Tyberius wondered a little if the man was used to having tea parties in place of fights. He sure looked like the type to cry after a fight. A mean sneer took over his face, his mouth bunching to the side. He really just said "I asked you first", didn't he? That was something school children said when they didn't get their way.

He said nothing further, remaining silent as Gabe tossed himself in his direction, landing a blow onto his nose. His nose twitched in pain, and he could have sworn he heard a crack. He hated being punched on the nose, it always felt funny and uncomfortable. Recovering quickly, Ty wrapped his fingers around the other boy's neck, punching him mercilessly in his face over and over, shoving him down and back to the ground. Falling over onto the stranger, Ty continued his assault, throwing punches ceaselessly, not looking or caring where they landed. As his fists fell, he pushed himself further, trying to tap into that raw reserve of power one's body always kept for emergency instances. Blinded by blood and sweat, his fists collided dully against the other man's flesh.

Apparently the stranger didn't like to talk, as he refused to answer any of the angel's questions. Gabe wasn't able to ask anymore, as he was too caught up in trying to dodge the other man's vicious strikes. He managed to miss a few, but the man grabbed him by the neck after Gabe had landed the punch to his nose. Fucking hell, he's crazy. Sure, it was a fight, but Ty was definitely not holding anything back. It seemed like he'd keep punching until the angel was dead , unless Gabe could do something to stop him.

Gabe didn't have much time to think, and he was too busy concentrating on where Ty's fists were going to end up next to think of solid plan. He was going to use whatever methods were easiest for him at the time, and that happened to be kneeing the man who was leaning over him in the chest, and grabbing onto his shoulders to roll him over so that he was no longer able to attack the angel from above.

Ty felt the air exit him in a rush as a knee darted in to his chest, coughing in a panic as he realised he was rendered unable to breathe for a second. Almost as quickly, he regained his momentum, and was in for another suprise — realising that he was now on his back and facing Gabe from underneath. Goddamnit, I'm supposed to be on top, not the other way around. Reminded of the fateful afternoon with Levi and the sun lotion, Ty tensed up, the feelings he experienced had begun to return easily, and he hissed. It definitely would be awkward if he suddenly became like that in a middle of a fight. People would definitely call him some kind of kinky gay.

He had taken too much time to think, and was still gasping for air from the knee to his chest. Ty decided to return the favour, his own knee coming up hard to bury itself between Gabe's legs, his fist coming up to match it, whacking Gabe in the jar. Wriggling backwards, Tyberius used his feet to kick wildly at Gabe, not really caring where is feet landed, just as long as he got out from under the man and far away from that position. His nose crinkled up in silent laughter, his eyes glittering wickedly. Is that all you've got?