He relaxed when the other grew more irritated. He ruined it? Good, that meant Tine would finally fuck off if Bandit was such a disappointment to him. With a sigh, the old wolf wiped his mouth and merely waited for the bastard to just leave already so he could start repairing the mess they had made.
However, the words that escaped him when he left made Bandit tense up and stand completely still, staring. Of course this could just be another trick to get under his skin. A last attempt at getting what he wanted – but he also knew that Tine wasn’t one to deliver empty threats.
What the fuck was he trying here? Some kinda full out war? Ridiculous. They had a very shaky truce that didn’t last long, as expected. But being so rash and revealing a plan like that because he was frustrated was just so unlike the other. No way this was his plan, it was so plain and pointless and he had nothing he could throw at Bandit, the wolf couldn’t handle.
No, he wasn’t gonna fall for it. It was too clumsy. Instead, Bandit pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, taking a long drag. Before the smoke even hit the ceiling, the wolf was not standing there anymore but instead he was right behind Tine. Something had probably snapped, even though he knew this might be a lie. And in a last burst of anger he grabbed the head of the other to slam it straight through the door and toss him out.
Much like he would kick a drunk out, but with extra effort.
Bandit was both correct and wrong. Correct in yes it was a clumsy attempt of a threat, with little to no benefit to Tine if he actually carried it out and by any stretch of the imagination a foolish plan. Wrong in just how petty the shapeshifter could be when he didn’t get his way.
Would he start a war just because Bandit wouldn’t play along? In the past, no, Tine had a reason for his every action and calculated everything to a T. Lately however, right around trading his eye, he could not recall that reason and whatever restraint kept his chaos in line, was losing its shape day by day.
Tine began to say something else into his phone when he felt the presence behind him, yet before he could react his face was rapidly approaching the door. A crack ran lengthwise through the door moments before it splintered and split straight down the centre, sending a cloud of wood dust and pieces of the door out into the night along with one very bloody headed blonde.
Tine flew head fist through the door and struck out an arm to catch his fall, twisting and snapping his wrist as he impacted the ground and flipped himself over to land on his heels. For a moment he stood there, bare chested with bright red blood flowing freely down his face and hair and his right hand twisted round and jutting out unnaturally, staring at the wolf in his door way.
“You broke your door fool.” Raising his phone up again Tine didn’t take his gaze off the other. “Hold on that order, the pup is yet a full lamb.” Hanging up the shapeshifter pushed the slick red hair sticking to his forehead back and straightened up. He looked rough but the werewolf looked rougher. Tine could start the fight up again but he doubted the results would change. No, until he had something to truly set the other off he would just have to wait.
“A pleasant evening to you pup.”
Not even registering the pack of werewolves around him Tine finally turned on his heel and strode past them, heading for a more secluded street to await his ride and make himself presentable again.
A disappointing night but one that promised a future, more challenging day.
That’s fine. He could have patience. One way or another he’d find a way to get what he wanted.
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