"I-I-I-I— Don’t care!" He mocks the others stutter and takes a menacing step forward, glaring into Zeke’s eyes.
"Y’no you’re no different from the rest of them! Snivellin’, stuttering, sorry excuses for a bag of bones." He jabs at Zeke’s chest now, "Cept’ you’re a sack of crap. I bet you don’t even need these." He swipes at Zeke’s glasses and has no intention of returning them, not in one piece anyway.
Zeke cowers away from the other elsen as if he’s trying shrink, then cries out as his glasses are taken. He tries desperately to snatch them back - and misses, thanks to his greatly impaired vision. He just smacks Toby in the face instead, then immediately recoils in horror. “I di-di-di- I’m s-s-s-so-so-sorry, p-p-please g-give those b-back…”
Whatever it was that Toby expected the larger Elsen to do it certainly wasn't that. His face twisted into one of complete disgust, absolutely offended that he'd allowed this Elsen to touch him.
The more than pissed off Elsen sneers with his pointed maw and disregards any words stuttered out by Zeke now. His green hues bore into the pair he's slowly approaching and he lets Zeke's glasses fall from his hand with a quiet 'thunk' to the floor. They weren't important now. He gets right in the others face and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, shoving him brutishly into the door frame of the library. "You're gonna regret that." He growls in a lowered tone and starts to push his knuckles into Zeke's neck slowly.