[All the air blows out of him as August's skull hits his chest, forcing him blind as he struggles to couch for breath.
It won't stop him from blindly groping for a hold on August with that hand that missed his hair before. His clothes, his other arm, his stupid face- anything, he doesn't care, so long as he can pin August still for a half second. Damn this glove, it's hard to dig his nails in like this.]
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It won't stop him from blindly groping for a hold on August with that hand that missed his hair before. His clothes, his other arm, his stupid face- anything, he doesn't care, so long as he can pin August still for a half second. Damn this glove, it's hard to dig his nails in like this.]