Despite being highblooded, Galeos wasn’t usually in a bad mood. He was mostly lax, good natured, etc.; things you wouldn’t normally associate with a seadweller. Unfortunately though, that wasn’t the case tonight. He skulked the streets with his hands balled in his pockets, fins flared to make him appear even larger than he was.
When a shark shifts through the water in the wild, schools of fish swerve around the creature to avoid it. Similarly, trolls stepped to his side, trying to get out of his way in fear of becoming Galeos’ victim. Understandably so, though. He was radiating anger at this point; eyes narrowed and looking straight ahead, cutting down anyone in his path.
The words of his mate echoed in his head, only agitating him more. At this point, he was so focused on why he was mad that he wasn’t really paying attention to anything else around him. If his moirail was around, this problem would be solved with a quiet cuddle or two, but he had to solve this on his own. But Alexei’s voice kept ringing, his badgering about something Galeos didn’t even know he was doing wrong.
Ohhh-- he was pissed-- And there it was.
A sudden crash into another troll, someone either too stupid or too ballsy to move, and he stepped back a bit with a growl. The contact snapped him out of his thoughts, but didn’t quell his anger at all.
“Watch where you’re fuckin’ goin.”
