The orca had a very angry little shrimp on his hands. He’d hurt his daughter; something that no one in their right mind would ever even think of doing. When playfighting, Cherryblood was certainly quite the pushover. He enjoyed being beaten, after all. But now? Now, he was furious. This orca was going to die. And if he couldn’t kill him for good, he’d impale him with meat hooks and leave him mounted on the living-room wall to suffer.
"…I thought I warned you to stay away from my family, orca-bitch. Why couldn’t you? Are small fries really so magnetically attracted to their own kind? It’s too bad you couldn’t resist. Now you have to fucking die, you useless excuse for a bottomfeeder.”
.A cold stare came from the Orca, the other's words were nothing but annoying to him, they might be said just to bother him, to provoke him- make him angry, but he wasn't going to let himself get bothered by them, not too much, at least. "Ah, so it was your daughter? Should have known." He really did not know, nor did he care- But apparently it deeply bothered the shrimp, surely this could be fun, no? Even if the Orca wasn't in the mood to fight, he could still do it to defend himself.
"Ah, you being angry like that won't solve anything, I had my reasons, in any case." And he did not really know that she was the other's daughter. "Perhaps you could watch your mouth, anyways." He shrugged. "You shouldn't try fighting me, anyways, I won't hesitate on eating you alive if it's necessary, so calm down or something." Perhaps talking it out could prevent him from fighting with the chewing toy-
