[ Hooded Justice rarely had to deal with people who would call him out on his preferences. Some of it was the fact that he'd lived in the bubble that was the Minutemen for so long, but beyond that, too few knew enough to say anything.
He preferred it like that. Larry Schexnayder had, of course, and it had taken every ounce of him not to silence the man. He'd held off, understanding that there were things that weren't acceptable.
In private? Where nobody would know? He felt that old surge of anger and frustration, and it was only after he'd done it did he realize that he'd given himself away when he'd slammed the back of his arm against his throat, pushing him up against the (thankfully bare) wall behind him. ]
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He preferred it like that. Larry Schexnayder had, of course, and it had taken every ounce of him not to silence the man. He'd held off, understanding that there were things that weren't acceptable.
In private? Where nobody would know? He felt that old surge of anger and frustration, and it was only after he'd done it did he realize that he'd given himself away when he'd slammed the back of his arm against his throat, pushing him up against the (thankfully bare) wall behind him. ]
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