Nash’s insult, being the lesser of two affronts, was temporarily ignored in favor of the greater offense: White’s.
The alchemist did not reply with a retort of his own. He took a brusque step...
D-dildo arm? What the fuck! White's teeth gritted.
"I don't see a fucking lady anywhe--" he was cut off as his face was shoved right back into Candy's chest, and suddenly the girl was latched onto him like a very, very unwanted parasite. The pale lad once again tried to shove her off, but was quick to discover, much to his immense displeasure, that Candy had hooked her damned leg around his own. Man.. he knew a few guys that would kill to be in this situation, but he most certainly wasn't one of them.
"Get the hell off of me, damnit!" He sure as shit didn't want anything this chick had to offer. No punishment, no friendship, no touches, nothing. All he wanted was to be free or be dead, but unless that psychotic scientist came ambling back to finish the job, it seemed neither was going to happen.
If Candy wasn't careful, she'd likely get a prosthetic to the face in White's struggling, though he'd yet to ball a fist or throw an intentional punch. He was a tad reluctant in hitting a woman, even one as.. horrifyingly gropey as this one. But hell, he'd had quite a shitty day already. Give it time.
"Aw, but why~?"
"Don't you want to be punished~?"
Aw damn, this was too fucking fun! Man, sexually-awkward wimps were fun as fuck to pick on.
Just as Candy was about to go on and do something more to any him, she noticed an extremely creepy pale figure standing over them.
"What the friggin' fuck is that?!"
And with that, White was shoved at the kimono-wearing figure who had threatened to hurt him before.