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He couldn’t help but snicker at Freed’s reaction, it was just what he was expecting. What he didn’t expect was the other mage trying to force him to hit himself.
❝ What are you, three? Trying to make me hit myself, ❞
❝ I can assure you animals and I don’t get along in the sightest. But I have to question, what puts you in charge of judging fashion when you look like the walking incarnation of Christmas, ❞
He let the resistance in his arm slip for a second, and he threw his head up, smashing it against the other’s, and used the moment to flip them around.
❝ If it’s chicken fricassee you want, here. ❞
A plate of it appeared in his hand, and he dumped it’s contents onto the mage below him.
How dare this little bitch to snicker into his face like that! Narrowing his eyes to slits, he ceased pushing the other’s wrist down for a second and merely focused him with his icy gaze, just as if he wished to stab him with just that.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.
“Yes, I figured that’s something you want deep down since you can’t stand your own disgusting existence.”
Freed retorted in an almost whispery voice, lips already parting again to proceed with his reaction to Rustyrose’s comment as suddenly the other male shoot up and met his head with his own, causing the rune mage to lose his stability, to feel a drumming pain and within the next heartbeat he found their positions turned. Shaking his head quickly, the glare returned a mere second later although it didn’t last for long as t h i s happened.
Chicken fricassee thrown right into his face.
His chest heaved and lowered with growing anger albeit this time he didn’t even yell as instant reaction but pulled his knee up harshly instead to kick the man over him painfully.
“YOU LITTLE SCUM!!”
@freedthedark







