[ the boy she's standing across, who looks about the same age as her, does not have his game face on, and at the sight of hers (and her very fearsome trash talking) he's only cocking an eyebrow. gradually, he raises his hands, but palms open and out, in surrender. ]
No? [ he does not think he's the scariest person she's been locked in a little room with this month and he's really sorry, please be nice to him? ] Could we just not, though? I don't want to fight you.
[ fun fact: he is, actually, probably the scariest person she's been locked in a little room with, given he's the son of satan and walking around with apocalyptic fucktons of scary power, but he's also a cinnamon roll, so no one actually needs to worry about him being terrible.
blood in my veins
No? [ he does not think he's the scariest person she's been locked in a little room with this month and he's really sorry, please be nice to him? ] Could we just not, though? I don't want to fight you.
[ fun fact: he is, actually, probably the scariest person she's been locked in a little room with, given he's the son of satan and walking around with apocalyptic fucktons of scary power, but he's also a cinnamon roll, so no one actually needs to worry about him being terrible.
probably. ]