“Aren’t you such a nitpicker?” The Violinist huffed, crossing his arms as the violin is held ever-so carefully in the tendrils of his hair. He truly doesn’t mind the ignorant when they refuse to listen to his music, because he knew at the end of it all they will still succumb to it’s possessive melody.
However, it is demons such as Azrael, who he cannot stand that dare question his talent for he himself is a being of mischief.
“Last time I was aware, I didn’t come to pester you with your questionable behavior. Dare I say, you act like a harlot more than ever, yet you don’t see me trampling your joy of who you are and what you can’t change.” It was blunt and honest when it comes to Antonio once someone tries to approach him with such ill intent, but it is what he was always good at. He turned his head away, not even wanting to bother to look at the indigo being through his long strings of hair, no matter how unnoticeable his gaze could be to others. “If you are not here to speak to me of any pack hunting or to even at least be kind of my presence, don’t expect me to tolerate you.”