I was gonna draw but art block is a bitch. So have some writing.
Runt stands there staring up at the turtle who looks so similar to him. They're bigger, more muscular than Runt is and he feels a bit of annoyance go through him and he can’t help but stand his full height; even though it’s nothing compared to the other.
The smile the other wears makes him want to bare his sharp teeth threateningly. But he's a good obedient assassin, so he stays where he is, glaring at the other.
// Leonidas slumps forward to meet Runt's height, his "smile" only widening the more. //
"Your face will get stuck that way if you do that too often. If it upsets you so much, you can just leave, you know, or maybe..."
// He leaned in further, enough for sanguine eyes to pierce the shadow from his cap. His digits danced along the span of his mask tails, agonizingly slow. //
"...Do something about it."