"If you say so, then this won't be so bad." Hartley transferred both gloves into one hand, then he clenched the other one into a fist and landed a solid swing on the side of Cisco's face. He didn't go all out, it wasn't as if he wanted to do any permanent damage or knock him out, but it'd definitely leave a bruise.
He pulled back, shaking his hand out. "If you think so little of 'girly' punches, you clearly haven't spent much time with girls."
"Ow! Man! I'm letting you go, you could have hit lighter. Not cool." With a slight pout, Cisco huffed and rubbed his jaw before finally, he pointed at the door. "Go on, go. I'm having a hell of a hard time stopping you now, bro. So don't make me change my mind. And don't tell anyone I let you leave. I mean it. No one." And with that, Cisco moved away from him and pretended there was more interesting things to deal with.
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He pulled back, shaking his hand out. "If you think so little of 'girly' punches, you clearly haven't spent much time with girls."
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