While Hamilton is not particularly brutal when it comes to eating, generally, he is an enthusiastic opportunist. Before the struggle in the next room even begins, Fish is grabbing two (comparatively weak) fistfuls of shirt and dragging this unfortunate gentleman back to the wall to be propped up. He's no rougher than he needs to be—buddy's head doesn't even catch a bump, really—and if the murmuring continues he will tell the guy to shut up, but in a hushed and wavering tone, like they're only accomplices in a petty theft, excited but afraid to be caught.
Unless it takes Deacon an unusually long time to emerge, upon doing so he's likely to see Fish sitting on this guy's lap, knees and upturned soles on either side, clutching him around the neck and shoulder, face still tucked in close to his neck. (Fish's toes are curling inside his boots, too, but that is probably not obvious.)
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While Hamilton is not particularly brutal when it comes to eating, generally, he is an enthusiastic opportunist. Before the struggle in the next room even begins, Fish is grabbing two (comparatively weak) fistfuls of shirt and dragging this unfortunate gentleman back to the wall to be propped up. He's no rougher than he needs to be—buddy's head doesn't even catch a bump, really—and if the murmuring continues he will tell the guy to shut up, but in a hushed and wavering tone, like they're only accomplices in a petty theft, excited but afraid to be caught.
Unless it takes Deacon an unusually long time to emerge, upon doing so he's likely to see Fish sitting on this guy's lap, knees and upturned soles on either side, clutching him around the neck and shoulder, face still tucked in close to his neck. (Fish's toes are curling inside his boots, too, but that is probably not obvious.)