Sochi closes his eyes hard, as he lets the other dominant over him. He wants to answer, he really does but the poor skeleton could barely even breathe properly.
He notices Stray put his hands in his pocket, he can finally able to catch his breath, perhaps he wonāt hurt him. Yet the atmosphere still feels heavy.
āI wouldnāt dare hurt anyoneā¦ā
He was finally able to speak. Sochi started to back up a few feet away from him, he somehow managed to convince himself to look up and was greeted with Strayās dull eyes and sharp teeth. Boy does he wish he was anywhere but here.
Stray got a point, why should he give it to him?
āYour right. My apologiesā¦Iāll take my leave.ā
*[So not only wonāt Sochi look at him, but now heās got his damn eyes closed? Really, this just keeps getting better. While Stray had been almost annoyed at first by the way the other was failing to smell the danger on him or see it in the confidence of his stance, now heās simply having a blast pushing this skeletonās buttons as much as he can get away with. (Which, as it turns out, is proving to be a hell of a lot.)]
*[He pointedly ignores the readmission of the fact that Sochi is āharmlessā and āwouldnāt hurt anyone.ā While heās willing to believe it, given the timid nature shown, heās already said his piece on that. Heās the one whoās harmful, and heās made that clear. Watching intently as heās backed away from, itās a pitiful retreat if heās ever seen one. Perfect.]
*[Another step forward, bigger this time. Chasing his prey, if only a little. Strayās having too much fun picking him apart to just let Sochi go now, after allā¦ HE STARTED IT.]
* ā ā¦aw, leaving so soon? and here i thought you really wanted to hang out. what a shame. ā
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