❝If I emerge as the victor, it won't be a pleasant outcome for you. I think I'll take great pride in prolonging your suffering- Oh! I guess it won't be so friendly of a spar.❞
Illuso's features softened, his smile widening just a tad. He recognized the truth in Prosciutto's words and appreciated the subtle shift in their interaction. 𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 did indeed speak 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓 than words. ⟶
❝How about we settle our differences through a friendly spar, then? A test of our skills and a chance to prove ourselves.❞ • His smile turned slightly mischievous as he continued. • ❝But I must warn you, Prosciutto,❞ ⟶
Illuso leaned back, a hint of disbelief evident in his expression. He scoffed, allowing that very same hand to fall to his side. He ran his fingertips through his hair, a gesture of regaining composure, as a light smile graced his lips. ⟶
❝Demanding respect can be a display of strength, a testament to one's worth and capabilities. However, it seems that such understanding eludes you. It's no surprise that you would disagree, considering your own `limitations`.❞ ⟶
He replied with a cold certainty that did little to mask his annoyance. • ❝Sure, we may be equals in the grand scheme of things, but let me be clear—I won't tolerate disrespect, regardless of our positions. Alone, you're nothing.❞
Illuso's grip tightened further upon Prosciutto's shoulder, his frustration mounting in response to his audacious defiance. The words that spilled from his mouth only fueled the fire within him, testing the limits of his self-control. • ❝Sei un idiota.❞ ⟶
Fingers dug into the fabric of Prosciutto's clothing, leading Illuso to lean closer. • ❝Listen carefully, Prosciutto,❞ • he seethed, his eyes locked onto Prosciutto's. • ❝I won't tolerate your insolence. I am not and never have been one to be trifled with.❞
Illuso's eyes narrowed as the cloud of smoke engulfed his face, courtesy of Prosciutto's purposeful exhale. His annoyance was palpable; that was not a good thing. He extended his hand and firmly grasped Prosciutto's shoulder, his grip tightening like a vice. ⟶
𝚘𝚘𝚌. @SorrowOnTongue@Icy_Drifter When will I see your cutesy matching bios
I know something is going on between those two... That sketch that was uploaded is too suspicious to not suspect it
“@seventhjoestar has '𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚' decided to be a part of my oh-so-loyal group of fangirls. Please be nice to him, he's 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦, and frankly, can't even stand on his own two legs.”
The sting of his nails hurt, but it'd be nowhere near as bad if he got bit. • ❝Apologize.❞ • He repeated in a more stern tone of voice, the tugging having temporarily stopped. • ❝Be a stubborn jackass and I'll put you out of commission for a good week or two!❞
The resistance only seemed to further irritate him, causing his grip to shift from Melone's shoulder to his chin, holding his head in place to prevent any biting. Leaning in closer, their faces were now just inches apart. ⟶
Cyan orbs widened as he felt the harsh tug on lavender locks, letting out a gasp. Lowering his slim frame as the other’s weight settled upon a shoulder, struggling to break free from the tortuous grip he had on him.
“Apologize!? For what!? You started it, tu psicopatico!” —