“Oh-hoho, and what is it that we have here, Detective?” Sparxie had spent the better part of the afternoon following Ashveil around, as if she were stink he was trying to chase away. For the most part, she was aware that if he really wanted to shake her off his trail, he would have. Perhaps her tiny stature and silent stalking made him forget she was even on bis trail to begin with?
“Going on your merry way to slack off again, are we? I’m always left to do your job, you know. It gets incredibly exhausting. I’m a strea-mer—it’s important work.” Arms fold over her chest, her eyebrows furrowing. Yeah, she’s telling him off for nothing. It’s better to confuse the wolf to get her kicks. “Yet here you are, trying to nap… do you seriously sleep in a freezer?”
( from Sparxie because. because she’s a bug. )
⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * JUMPING nearly out of his skin as she trounces up beside him . she's nearly microscopic ─── a tall man himself, it really is easy to lose sight of her until she shows up to torment him again .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * a sharp exhale through his nose, Ashveil feels invisible hackles lower slowly ; eyes slipping closed in that measured look of annoyance he tries his best to simmer to something resembling professionalism . nevermind less than three days ago, they had shared barbed exchanges that escalated to name - calling, that somehow ended up with someone in tears . & it wasn't the one you would think it was .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ gah ─── you KNOW i hate it when you do that .. wait, what ?! i'm not slacking ! ❜
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * it took literal seconds of Sparxie being in the detective's presence to make him mad . it could be considered record - breaking, at this point .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ if anything, you're contaminating my evidence by hovering around me like a stinkbug . go somewhere else, damn ! ❜ white gloved hand waves & even pushes on her head, irritable & not really caring if he comes off as rude . the streamer would mock him for being polite, & use his rudeness as blackmail, so he may as well beef with someone half his size .