like a big pizza pie (open)

[tradecraftdude]

who. Marco and you!
what. Delivery boy shenanigans.
where. Zeta District.
when. Right now!
warnings. How questionable can a 13-year-old get? (Don't answer that.)

[ Moving people's food around the district for them beats hauling rubble, though Marco could do without the cheesy delivery boy uniform. However, he approaches this delivery business with all the highly directed tunnel-vision of someone who has played lots of video games and knows how to scoot all over the map in the most efficient manner. Having to fake smiles and suck up for tips wasn't the worst thing, either. ]

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[anarrowtotheeye]

[Two can play that game. Before Marco can go any further than "Well-", there's a second whack on his other arm. Dun means for Marco to kneel and keep quiet, and if Marco doesn't comply then he might have to take further drastic action. Nothing too scarring; Dun doesn't want to break any bones or leave him unable to function. But Dun can get creative with punishments and its Marco's prerogative if he wants to test Dun's patience. He repeats again, his voice taking on a hard edge.

Don't test me boy. I'm the last person you want to mess with,

[tradecraftdude]

[ The way Marco sees it, he can shut up and take his punishment in peace and maybe be able to escape with a minimal of bruises, or he can keep running his mouth, giving Dun verbal jabs in response to all the physical ones, until he either gets beaten to a pulp or eventually thrown out in sheer aggravation.

He doesn't want anyone knowing he can get pushed around.

With that in mind, he grits his teeth and finishes everything he wants to say even as the blows keep landing. He isn't a masochist so much as pretty damned stubborn and somehow, the thrashing doesn't stop him from running his mouth. ]

So...is that it? Beating up a kid and all.

[ There's an edge to his voice, too, but it's more of a waver as he tries to contain the pain while daring Dun to inflict more. He manages a forced grin as if this is all no big deal. ]

[anarrowtotheeye]

[Dun actually gives Marco a disbelieving look. He didn't even hit Marco with a barrage of blows when the kid runs his mouth. Maybe just one or two extra hits at the start, but when he catches the drift of Marco's full message, he does withhold anymore knocks. And really, compared to how he's been disciplined by his teachers, he's being really easy on Marco.]

What are you talking about? I've barely bruised you. The situation would go better if you just did as you're told.

[tradecraftdude]

[ So Marco's drama queen act is getting him somewhere. He squints at Dun with an equally disbelieving look. ]

Uh-huh, and I've been told to do my job by someone who's like, actually in charge of me! So on who's authority are you doing this, dude?

[anarrowtotheeye]

And the owner of the fine establishment you're working for tells their employees to throw food through an open window and show blatant disrespect to their elders? What's the name of this restaurant? I'll have a word with the man in charge and tell him what I think of how those under his service are being taught to behave.

[tradecraftdude]

The owner of this fine establishment grants a certain amount of independence to its operatives to create solutions in the event that they're off the protocol. In other words, improv, dude.

[ As Marco's talking, his eyes scan the room for a way out, but it looks like he's not going to get anywhere until Dun actually lets him go, if his first attempt to escape was anything to learn from. So he decides to keep running his mouth and see what that gets him. ]

[anarrowtotheeye]

We'll see what your employer thinks of your sense of independence and improvisation then, brat.