❝Niiiiikolaaaa, I'm talkin' to you.❞
Irritation and annoyance beginning to well up in his tone, he didn't like the silent treatment. That was the quickest way to bother him, and no doubt he knew that and that's why he was using it against him. Part of him hated being known so well that that information could be used in such a way.
❝It ain't my damn fault the phone's broken.❞ Technically it was a consequence of him getting into a fight. ❝You're actin' like a damn spurned wife, and last I checked ya ain't had the goddamn gall to even ask me sleep with ya, let alone marry ya.❞
hands u baph too after 80 years just for him to get scolded at (as he deserves)
"Oh, were you? I must not have heard."
It's the first time since Baph's return that Nikola has dared to look his way, let alone speak to him. Playing that same ditzy character everyone else gets to see. That was the first sign of many that he had been upset. When did the former pit fighter ever see that face of his?
"Course, nothing's ever your fault, hm?" Not fights. Not leaving after he'd promised to take Nikola with next time. Not being forgotten for what felt like forever.
His ears flatten as he rounds on his heel, arms crossed over his chest.
"Gall?! I 'ain't had the gall', huh? How many times have I pressed up against you telling you how I'd like waking up with you? How many times have I begged you to take me with you when you leave? Asked you to take me to dinner? You're more dense than a rock."
Hands come up with a huff before he's turning to start grabbing the rest of his makeup off of his vanity.
"What are you even doing here. I don't have time to entertain you. Nor do I want to right now."