You glare up at them, your gaze unwavering similarly to your stance.
„So....”, you start, only to be interrupted by them.
„So what? Do you expect me to listen to you?”
You chuckle dryly, the sound almost sounding forced.
„I think... You're forgetting who is the stronger one here.”, you step closer, „Sure... You got your drones and whatnot.... But ya know they can't hurt me.”
They glare down at you, taking a careful step backwards. „And... We're both very aware of the fact that I do not give a shit 'bout who's who..... Blood is blood.. No matter the association or hue.. It's just a liquid in the end....”
„Are you threatening me?”, they sneer.
„Yes...! good job figuring that out....”, you say with a smile, your tone mocking, „So... Maybe you should get your shitty lil drones out of my shit and fuckin' leave... Hm?..”, you tilt your head to the side slightly.
The two of you stare at each other for a moment, eyes locked in an intense gaze. A battle of who'll give in first. Will they leave or will you leave?
Soon, they scoff. Whistling loudly through their fingers. Your smile widens as you bear the drones leave, still staring up at them.
They shoot you a glance, before they walk past you. You want to spare a witty remark but you have something else on your mind.
Your smile falters as you look at the broken down door of the hideout. And with a sigh, you step through.
Many things are broken. Mainly doors and cabinets. Just anywhere someone could hide.
It makes you doubt your own thoughts for a moment.
You push through the coldness rushing through your veins, ignoring the cold sweat building up on your skin. The pit in your stomach that tells you that you may have been too l—
You knew the hiding spots would pay off. The hidden compartment in the wall is completely hidden to anyone who never knew about it.
Within it, sits someone you are very familiar with.
You smile again, relaxing a bit, unlike her. She curls up into herself more, his tail curling around his leg tightly as he trembles.
Dear stars, couldn't have picked a worse time.
„C'mon Fawn... They're gone.... Y' can come out now..”
He doesn't respond, only shoving himself against the corner of the compartment even more.
„... Aw.. I was gonna offer ya one of your favorite snacks...”, you glance away, faking a hurt tone. He perks up, glancing up from behind it's knees, „... But I guess no one wants it in here..."
Before you can continue playing up your little act, your teammate springs up. You chuckle, grabbing onto him to help him stand up, his knees buckling. She looks exhausted, terrified.
„... Let's get ya back to bed....”
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