genocidal-doll-enthusiast:
He blinked, visibly taken aback at this——even affronted, staring at the other for a long moment. Then his eyes narrowed suddenly——sharply, dangerously, and he began again, quieter than usual, but gaining volume as he spoke through his teeth.
“Well, of course it doesn’t amount to a damned thing, you oily-tongued moron! When was the last time you pulled your own weight? And unless you plan on starting, I wouldn’t advise you piss off the bigger men doing it for you.” He paused here, eyes squeezing to the barest slits before he resumed. “Ooh——or better yet. Cut the fancy backtalk, and get off your ass!”
He sat quite still for a long moment, arms folding stiffly across his chest; the tips of his fingers twinging. He listened----or rather endured, in silence; willing the sound to become white noise ringing in his ears---which may have passed closer to the truth, in any case.
Then he stood up, silver locks framing his features, lips tautly drawn. “---this scene has overplayed its welcome.” He looked off, seemingly with the intent to depart.
