Kasper stormed back to his truck, yanking at his bandana and tightening it due to that.
"Kasper, let it-" Harper started looking at her bleeding hand.
"Don't fucking tell me to let it go!" Kasper snapped at her, yanking the driver side of the truck open. "You heard what he fucking said, don't fucking tell me to let it go, Harper!"
Harper stared at him before turning her face away and going to get in the back of the truck with Darcy.
"HARPER! You're bleeding!" Darcy squawked, reaching for his sister quickly to look over the damage. Kasper stared over at the restaurant when Lawson and Griffith started out, glaring.
Flora had dragged Dixon back to her and Lawson's car, which was where the duo had been perched, waiting anxiously for Lawson and Griffith to emerge. They'd both sunk down in the back seat when Kasper and the girl left, however, they both sprung back up when Lawson and Griffith came out of the building. Flora practically threw the door open and leaped out, rushing over to Lawson to throw him into an embrace.
"Dios mio, do you always have to be so stupid? Pinche, Lawson." She sighed with relief as she wrapped her arms firm around Lawson's middle, an embrace he was reluctant to return until he simmered down enough. Eventually he stooped over and burrowed his face into her hair and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, uttering something to her that Griffith couldn't hear even as he walked passed them, to the car.
He slid into the backseat with Dixon and slumped down with a sigh before looking over to his youngest brother, forcing a weak-hearted smile.
"Sorry you didn't get your milkshake...but I got you some cake, Dixie." He said, offering it out to his brother, but not before taking a small chunk of it, popping it into his mouth. Just as Lawson had said, it wasn't as good as their mom's, but it was still one hell of a cake.
Dixon took the cake with a quiet "thanks". He took off a bite of his own, chewing it silently, presumably enjoying it, before he spoke up again.
"Why don't you and Lawson just let me fight? I can do it, I can handle myself." He insisted, which earned a sidelong glance from Griff and a sigh.
Griffith shifted his gaze forward again and, without looking over at his brother, he reached out to ruffle the to of Dixon's hair.
"I know you can, kid, but...we don't want you to get all mixed up in this. You're too smart for this kind of shit." He said, tousling his brother's blond locks still.
Kasper got in the truck and slammed the door, resting his forehead on the steering wheel in attempts to just cool down and find his "happy place" again, as his mother would put it.
Harper twisted to look for the two to make sure they hadn't been followed, trying to pull her hand away from Darcy as he frantically tried to fix it up already with the first aid he insisted they keep in the truck.
"Why do you both do this? Why? What is reve-" Darcy started before a slightly pissed off grunt from Kasper shut him up.
"Darcy, don't." Harper tried. "You know why we do this. You know why." she pulled her hand away finally, hardly letting him even wrap it with bandage. "Jesus, Darcy, it's just a cut."
"It's a gash. You're still bleeding." Darcy tried, very upset over it all. "Why couldn't we just have a normal time out for once?"
"Hey, it wasn't our fault, Dar." Kasper frowned. "I tried. It was those fuckers fault for startin' shit."
"You kept it going!" Darcy hissed after Kasper started up the truck.
Lawson jolted, instantly filled with rage again, when he heard Kasper's truck revving up. He tried to pry himself away from Flora, however, she wouldn't have it as she reached up with an arm to wrap around the back of his neck, keeping his head down, while keeping the other at his middle.
Meanwhile, both Griffith and Dixon looked out the back window to see the truck. Griffith's lips turned into a scowl as he caught the faintest of glimpses of the girl.
"Who do you think she was?" Dixon asked, knowing he was looking at the girl, although, even with his glasses he coudn't see that far.
"A pain in my ass, that's who." Griffith grumbled before turning back around and sinking back into the seat.
Dixon let out a thoughtful "hmm", taking another bite of the cake before pressing on.
"Well...pain in the ass or not, she sure was pretty, don'tcha thnk?"
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