"Y̸̢̳̽̀̐̾̚ͅO̸̮̩̾̆̃͒̏̈́Ú̶̻̥̬̦̳̿͂ ̵̗̝̝̀̽̔̌̇͠ don't ģ̵̡͖̠̰͒̔̇e̸̟̬̯̐t̶͙̗͍͆̐ͅ to just WALTZ in here and WALK OUT A̵̢̺͇̞̠̎L̴̨̹̣͖̽̄͒A̸̧̓͂S̷̨̾͘͝T̵̰̪̬̪̈́̿͆̿̄̚O̵͔͗̇͘͝R̵̢̠͚̞̥͂̇̈̚ͅ," Vox snarled, jabbing his finger into Alastor's chest, fully aware of where he was jabbing. He didn't fucking care if it was healed or not.
"Now answer my ffffFÙ̶̱C̸̮͆K̶̺͠I̵̗͒N̷̜͌Ģ̶̒ question-- why are you bothering to warn us? Why are you coming in here all buddy-buddy after everything??"
Honestly, he should ask himself the same question - sure, there would be potential repercussions to killing the Princess' favorite little pet, but Alastor came to his territory, he could possibly argue self defense. So... why wasn't he just tearing Alastor apart, right now, when the timing for it was perfect?
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"Now answer my ffffFÙ̶̱C̸̮͆K̶̺͠I̵̗͒N̷̜͌Ģ̶̒ question-- why are you bothering to warn us? Why are you coming in here all buddy-buddy after everything??"
Honestly, he should ask himself the same question - sure, there would be potential repercussions to killing the Princess' favorite little pet, but Alastor came to his territory, he could possibly argue self defense. So... why wasn't he just tearing Alastor apart, right now, when the timing for it was perfect?