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Drabble: Everything and Nothin

There's something that's not saliva slipping down the back of his throat; it's red, and tastes like metal. Makes his stomach move in flip-flops. This'll be the fourth time he's spit a wad onto the ground. His muscles are aching, too, from over use, strain, and he's probably pulled a few of them. But right now, none of that is on his mind. Right now, all that he sees is them. While his eyes never leave their forward stance, he can see it all in his peripheral vision. Pink and green and red, strong and fast. So strong. To the point where his vision is wavering from the after effect of her fist slamming into the nearby wall that's beginning to