Meet the Family || @sxperbia
" Quiet, aren't ya? " [ He muses, walking over to the Professor's desk, still speaking as he rummages through Hershel's notes. ] " Hershel's really into ya, kiddo. I d'n't know why. Y'such a brat. " [ He smiled sickenly at him. He was looking for something. ]
[ He's here to fill in holes, for one. And once those holes are filled he'll really make Clive squirm. ] " Y'know, while back-- He was in love too. I betcha he's told ya. Dunno if 'e ever got over tha' one. "
[ He was starting to lie a little. Trying to dig at something he could tell was fragile with Clive-- His emotions. It was cruel to do but he had a strange hope it would cough up information. ]
" Tell m', 'bout thirteen years back I figure-- You were lil'. I know tha' much. And y'met the Professor. Where? Why? "
[ Hazel eyes follow the other's movements, feeling the intense urge to tell him to stop moving things but not wanting to say anything at all. Perhaps...perhaps, if he just stays silent, doesn't give the man what he wants, he'll give Hershel back. ]
"Was he now." [ His tone is venom, icy cold and unfeeling; his expression is blank, but the seething rage is very clear swirling underneath, about ready to boil over. Any warmth he'd had from before is gone without a trace. He knows exactly who this imposter, this other Hershel means, remembers very clearly the woman he once loved so fiercely. ]
[ His eyes flash angrily, and he spits out more venom. ] "Why should I tell you anything?" [ His emotions will always be his downfall, and he knows it. If he's trying to get a rise out of Clive...well, he'd have to be very tricky. ]
