[it takes several moments for him to regain his composure, venting heavily and digging his remaining fingers into the ground. his legs wiggle uselessly, like he can't decide if he wants to kick tarn or the ground in pain.
after a few minutes of thrashing and yelping, riptide eventually manages to calm himself enough to look back up at tarn. his jaw is clenched hard enough it feels like it'll break and the unfortunate optic that was caught under tarn's fist when he first aimed that punch at riptide's face is equally cracked and starting to give out. it's a shaky glare, but a glare that's on tarn's face, giving him all the attention he can afford to muster.]
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after a few minutes of thrashing and yelping, riptide eventually manages to calm himself enough to look back up at tarn. his jaw is clenched hard enough it feels like it'll break and the unfortunate optic that was caught under tarn's fist when he first aimed that punch at riptide's face is equally cracked and starting to give out. it's a shaky glare, but a glare that's on tarn's face, giving him all the attention he can afford to muster.]