*Though just as perpetually dismissed, Regulus has never once in his life been shoved. Rejection has never been a fear of his, true, because he only very seldom sought attention in the first place. Still, no one had once laid a hand on him, how very much they happened to find him unfavourable or uninteresting, and the entire event is as shocking to him as it is to Barty, and feels as filthy as a bar fight.
Tossed like a rag doll away from the counter, he lands ungracefully on his other foot in surprise, and a horrible electric pang of bruised and blackened nerves makes him squeak like a trodden on rat and brings tears to his eyes.
There is a beat. Regulus scrubs his face dry but his mouth remains open in pain and indignation.*
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Date: 2011-11-22 10:15 am (UTC)Tossed like a rag doll away from the counter, he lands ungracefully on his other foot in surprise, and a horrible electric pang of bruised and blackened nerves makes him squeak like a trodden on rat and brings tears to his eyes.
There is a beat. Regulus scrubs his face dry but his mouth remains open in pain and indignation.*
...You pushed me!