"Make me." // "Truth hurts, don’t it?" // "I think I broke it." // "This seems familiar." // "Are you threatening me?"
"Make me."
"I really don’t have time for your shit, Walker." Looking almost confused at the boy not submitting to him as expected, Zeus shook his head to himself and storming past him forcefully, threw a scowl over a shoulder as he headed down the corridor.
"Truth hurts, don’t it?"
Bushy brows raised slightly before darting south suddenly at firstly, the disbelief of the boy’s words and then the realisation that they were directed to him mockingly. “That was used as an attempt to try and hurt me? Too bad it failed. I know what I am, I know what people think of me, one person in particular, and in no way, shape or form am I wounded by that.”
"I think I broke it."
"Is there anything you actually can do successfully, Walker, because I’m really starting to doubt your intelligence…" Gaze flickering from the broken mug to his partner, he blithely rolled his eyes before barging his arm against the boy’s as if to force him away and prevent any further damage. "Just let me repair it before the nutty professor returns."
"This seems familiar."
"Oh, is that supposed to be funny? Is that a joke, as in people have been on their knees in front of you before?" Zeus shouted up at his partner, shaking his head almost playfully before running fingers through gelled locks. "You’re meant to be levitating me, you tool, could you get to it instead of cracking jokes about your sexuality?!"
"Are you threatening me?"
"I’m just saying, Walker, if you don’t hurry up then I will leave you." Staring blankly at the boy’s accusation, Zeus didn’t quite know what to do with himself but instead turned around and began to stroll off once more, calling over his shoulder. "Up and at ‘em, get those knees moving, partner. Don’t slow me down, you slacker."
