Second Plague (Gaius + Berkut)
@rigelsprince (From here x)
The frogs wouldn’t be enough to make himself clear to this cackling imbecile, and the raucous laughter riled him far more than he cared to admit. His sensible side told him to simply walk away, keep his honor in tact - being pelted with frogs really didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things - but was currently drowned out by a vision of red. And a desire for blood.
The personification of blind fury.
Berkut threw down the frog he had in his hand and quickly closed the distance between himself and his assailant. A tiny, disheveled man - what pride would there be in beating up such a coward? That, of course, didn’t matter, and Berkut snagged him by his collar.
“I didn’t quite hear you. Care to repeat yourself?”
Gaius smiled up easily at the man, even though his legs were now dangling a fair bit above the ground.
“Ooooooh, I’m sooo scared!~” he snickered rudely. “Calm down there, Chachi. It was a joke. You noble cads ever heard of one before, or do you just run around sniffing each other’s dirty asses all day, talking about how it ‘smells richly of caviar’!~” He put on his douchiest “rich guy” accent just to further sell his mockery, and laughed again in Berket’s face.
“Anyways.” A smirk. “I don’t scare easily, I’m tougher than I look, and while I know I’m not exactly the most impressive specimen out there, you ain’t exactly intimidating either. We both know you ain’t got the balls to hit me, so how’s about you put me down nice and easy before you break a nail and go crying home to have one of your servants fix it for you? Wouldn’t want the poor, super important rich fuck to get a booboo, now would we?”