oh, don't be so sour. it's a party.
TO QUOTE ASTARION . . .
Yes. A party, that was supposed to be about HIM! Homelander glared toward the new focus of the party. His face was indeed, looking quite sour, his upper lip twitched as he envisioned sending lasers beaming into head of the stole the attention, his attention. Forcing a smile on his lips then, he debated it. But should he have had to? No. With that conviction now set into motion, two beams of red shot out from his head, slicing through the crowd and into the target of attention. The thief tenses as the beams cut through their skull, sending the two halves to opposite sides. The others caught in the path of the beams, doing the same where the beams had sliced. Blood started gushing onto the floor, those that remained alive and injured, reaching for their body parties in the moments of death. Others, squirming and dashing for the exists. Turning his head, John's eyes glow bright red again, a smirk on his lips as he stalked after more targets, blood spraying around the room, splattering him at random-
And then the hand patted his shoulder, blinking. John was pulled from his imagination. Turning his head, looking completely unamused toward the figure he just imagined taking out a whole room of people over. Blinking, he tried to pay attention to what they were saying, but couldn't care less. Plastering on his usual smile, he waved at the appropriate time as the attention was briefly brought to him. But it was too late, he was annoyed. When it again shifted, he narrowed his eyes. Still trying to hold back, even though, he didn't have to, did he? For a moment the red lit up in his eyes before he turned his attention once more toward the other “This party is kind of boring. Don't you think? Someone should do something about that.” I will. And instead of in his mind this time, he obliged himself, indulging in his mad fantasies, two beams striking the most annoying person in the room to him at the moment.
