@stuldr asked: [ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?" / ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄: still accepting.
Oh, he must be out of his god damned mind!
Henry scowls.
Fair enough. He rears to knock him back in a graveyard, too.
On the best of days, all would tell him that Hal's like a juggernaut or a wick to flame. But, well, it wouldn't be just any flame, they'd ramble, having crackled out that sulphur in those cavernous hell pits. No, he takes to it too wickedly, about as meanly as a martyr would covet their hurting, and as such, he now spits like demons do with a maelstrom in his middle. It's youth. Moreover, it's testosterone, ego, and a hurt made to spill.
Like a beast, Henry now lunges with abandon, his hands grappling at that collar like a foul thing's claws. He finds him. How dare this scoundrel just prattle away! The bastards! Fuming, Henry's bristling breaths come hot as fite.. "You want to know?" he barks loudly. "Fine! And where do you reckon I've ought to write it?" Go on! Forcing them forward until they're wrangling on a wall— "I'm thinking that mug's a good a place as any!"
