Cliff really had no idea how he got into these types of situations.
Warnings: Um, nothing? Guess that's up to your interpretation.
Notes: No excuse. Just a way to put Cliff in chains and have Albel poke him a bit. Read into it what you will.
The chains creak alarmingly but hold fast. The blonde man slumps back panting furiously. Rage blazes in his eyes flushing his face red and moving the normally chatty man beyond words. Growling he arches his body as far as he can, pitting every bit of strength he can muster against the thick links that hold him to the ground. The metal clangs and creaks but once again holds fast against the furious strength.
Albel grinned as Cliff slumped back again chest heaving with the excertion and thwarted anger. Laughter spilled from the Black Brigade Captain's lips as he crouched near the bound man, "You won't break those chains fool. They're made to hold out of control dragons."
Cliff growled and tried pushing up again ignoring the mocking red eyes and cruel laughter as he desperately tried to free himself. Not much had changed in the hour since he'd woken though. He still had no leverage, the asshole was still laughing, and he was still trapped with his strength slowly fading.
How the hell did he get into these situations?