This man. RILED. On purpose. It's always on purpose. But he was having a low day, and- and- and he...!!
...Didn't... feel as low as before? Sure he'd had a hefty meal of pride, but this had to be the single, most ass-backwards way of getting him a breath of air and out of the funk for a bit.
Scowling, he folded his arms across his chest and eased in close, if only- surely- to narrow his eyes at him. His wings had receded to their normal size.
"You are a bastard. You know what you did. Perhaps I should bite your face instead." He snapped his teeth for good measure.
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This man. RILED. On purpose. It's always on purpose. But he was having a low day, and- and- and he...!!
...Didn't... feel as low as before? Sure he'd had a hefty meal of pride, but this had to be the single, most ass-backwards way of getting him a breath of air and out of the funk for a bit.
Scowling, he folded his arms across his chest and eased in close, if only- surely- to narrow his eyes at him. His wings had receded to their normal size.
"You are a bastard. You know what you did. Perhaps I should bite your face instead." He snapped his teeth for good measure.