Yeah, Butcher gets that sort of look a lot. He's got charm on his side, but that doesn't change the fact that a life of violence has charged his vibe in a certain way. He's learned how to curb the wildness of it, for the most part, until he loses control. The chance that these three little fucksticks are going to make him lose his temper is slim. He could take all three even if he didn't have a bird with shitkickers and the right kind of attitude to hold her own.
While she conducts her shady business, Slackjawed Cunt takes off. Flattened Ballsack is getting up, and Butcher is watching with gentle amusement as he struggles. Ethan the Cunt is still down, so Butcher does him(self) a favor and picks him up by the shirt, adjusting it like he's the kid's barber after a shave and not like he's going to fucking kill him if he sees him again. And he will.
"Better run, cunts," Butcher growls. They do to the best of their ability. There isn't usually a terrible amount of satisfaction in bloodying children, but when they're like these little fucks, things are different.
"I respect the hustle," he says to her as she comes back. He doesn't ask her if she's alright because she clearly is. Billy respects that, too. "Name's Billy Butcher. Nice to meet a fellow Londoner." He holds out a hand to shake. It's a pretty civilized gesture from a man who gleefully knocked some kids around, but Butcher is always willing to pay respect where it is due.
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While she conducts her shady business, Slackjawed Cunt takes off. Flattened Ballsack is getting up, and Butcher is watching with gentle amusement as he struggles. Ethan the Cunt is still down, so Butcher does him(self) a favor and picks him up by the shirt, adjusting it like he's the kid's barber after a shave and not like he's going to fucking kill him if he sees him again. And he will.
"Better run, cunts," Butcher growls. They do to the best of their ability. There isn't usually a terrible amount of satisfaction in bloodying children, but when they're like these little fucks, things are different.
"I respect the hustle," he says to her as she comes back. He doesn't ask her if she's alright because she clearly is. Billy respects that, too. "Name's Billy Butcher. Nice to meet a fellow Londoner." He holds out a hand to shake. It's a pretty civilized gesture from a man who gleefully knocked some kids around, but Butcher is always willing to pay respect where it is due.