* / @charspit.
@incinase .
❛ oh ? you’re here already ? well , that was fast ... you little punks really have been improving. ❜ words arranged in such a manner should be complementary —— here , they merely sound apathetic at best , condescending at worst. at the end of the day they’re still just kids after all ; a loudmouth and an heir - in - training … improvement really only means so much. ❛ hey , toga. you like him , right ? the angry little shit ? i’ll let you have him. ❜ the delighted purr is pointedly ignored , she as a whole ignored , really , gaze having never left the scarred visage of one todoroki shouto. he must look more like his mother , he thinks , and that’s lucky ; it’s too bad he can see enji in him too. fingers flex , arm extended ; flames erupt , a blast of red and blue purposely aimed for the space between the two children , aim not to kill but instead of divide. let the blood happy bitch have her target. he’s already chosen his.
❛ i wanna spend some quality time with my little brother. ❜
there is some fear that strikes confusion into mind’s very essence like a fluid-drenched log, engulfed in flame. a pause -- everything is still. nothing moves. his body gives in to his thoughts’ frozen treaty. ice, he is. cold to the touch, unwavering. he looks onward with a grave suspicion which pulls itself from the roots that have grown over it, & unearths its way into furrowed brows & wide eyes of opposing colors. one, deadly, the other, death itself. he glares with some animosity that tangles with disbelief, some form of doubt written in his irises, as if his very expression demands simply, ‘ prove it. ’ throat is bereft of voice for awhile, until the others manage some form of evacuation. he continues to keep his sight locked upon the man before him & he scowls.
❛ there are several explanations as why you’d say what you did . . .
but i’d like to hear your own first. i won’t blindly fall in to your trap. ❜
