As expected, Anti X hadn't said a thing. Golden eyes watching every move, alert as the figure stepped out. Waiting and expecting was weighing heavy on him, patience playing a delicate part as his level of it was slim to none.
And then the sac of life before him did something displeasing.
The creature's eyes darted down on edge, adrenaline getting ready to spring and rip this petty whole hand off for touching him. NO one touched him, and Anti X's defenses sprung up higher when the other squeezed and...
...Let go?
This did not make sense to him, and by now the boy could care less if the malice and hostility shown in his eyes and stance - the only reason he hadn't lunged was the line. It'd been signed and set.
But one more move that invaded the shadow's personal space and that piece of scum would get it.
"Don't touch me." He warned, still not getting it nor honestly giving a flying fuck. "Don't EVER touch me. I'll kill you."
It was almost hissed, but still calmly addressed, letting the other know that Anti wasn't one to fuck around. And if the useless flesh before him didn't understand this, that would be its problem.
"I don't care for fancy, keep it. And I don't care for extended deals. You're out, rely on yourself."
There was no real logical explanation as to why the hybrid's mood suddenly went sour. Perhaps it was the seeming dependence the other was showing that irritated him - Not to mention, weaklings made him sick. Anti X owed no one nothing, and never again would any weight be put on his back. He did what he wanted now, and right this moment he wanted answers.
"Now, Spit it. Or I'll spit your insides out to your face, one by one.. Bloody like I like it."
Fingers extracted back to claws for emphasis, body beginning to emit curls of black.
The Anger was present again, and apparently didn't really need any valid reasons or provocation for it just to be in this sick demented mind.
The stranger just didn't understand, outsiders would never understand.
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And then the sac of life before him did something displeasing.
The creature's eyes darted down on edge, adrenaline getting ready to spring and rip this petty whole hand off for touching him. NO one touched him, and Anti X's defenses sprung up higher when the other squeezed and...
...Let go?
This did not make sense to him, and by now the boy could care less if the malice and hostility shown in his eyes and stance - the only reason he hadn't lunged was the line. It'd been signed and set.
But one more move that invaded the shadow's personal space and that piece of scum would get it.
"Don't touch me." He warned, still not getting it nor honestly giving a flying fuck. "Don't EVER touch me. I'll kill you."
It was almost hissed, but still calmly addressed, letting the other know that Anti wasn't one to fuck around. And if the useless flesh before him didn't understand this, that would be its problem.
"I don't care for fancy, keep it. And I don't care for extended deals. You're out, rely on yourself."
There was no real logical explanation as to why the hybrid's mood suddenly went sour. Perhaps it was the seeming dependence the other was showing that irritated him - Not to mention, weaklings made him sick. Anti X owed no one nothing, and never again would any weight be put on his back. He did what he wanted now, and right this moment he wanted answers.
"Now, Spit it. Or I'll spit your insides out to your face, one by one.. Bloody like I like it."
Fingers extracted back to claws for emphasis, body beginning to emit curls of black.
The Anger was present again, and apparently didn't really need any valid reasons or provocation for it just to be in this sick demented mind.
The stranger just didn't understand, outsiders would never understand.