"What do you want? No, hey, seriously, what's even your goal here? Use your words or your fists, kid, but for spirit's sake, don't use other people."
content: a short dude with an eyepatch and dumb little shoes drags you out and fights you until you actually talk like the giant baby you are. a lesson in coping. somehow a very positive memory???????
"Don't fucking follow me." The words spit out sourly, a mix of anger and nausea mixing deep in your throat as you bound down the wooden stairs, letting your feet find dusty ground and bracing to just walk in a straight line for as long as it takes. Behind you, you hear the furious echoing of the elf, the deep vocals of the wyvern trying to soothe her, and, more clearly, you can barely make out the voice of another man speaking through the doorway, even as he tries to descend right after you.
"An hour, give us an hour, just -- keep it all together, yeah?? No need to cause a mess." He sighs, his own gait light against the wood as he completely ignores you and pursues. "Lutha. Lutha, stop."
Your pace quickens, jaw tight, your nails digging into the palms of your fists. Fuck that. Fuck them. So often you'd been holding onto this group for no other reason than necessity, but this was just a line you could not cross. As always, though, the cold treatment doesn't seem to be working on Alfonso, whose pitch hits a tone that nearly drives a nail through your spine.
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"An hour, give us an hour, just -- keep it all together, yeah?? No need to cause a mess." He sighs, his own gait light against the wood as he completely ignores you and pursues. "Lutha. Lutha, stop."
Your pace quickens, jaw tight, your nails digging into the palms of your fists. Fuck that. Fuck them. So often you'd been holding onto this group for no other reason than necessity, but this was just a line you could not cross. As always, though, the cold treatment doesn't seem to be working on Alfonso, whose pitch hits a tone that nearly drives a nail through your spine.
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