—
( if anything, that pressure against his windpipe is welcome, at least there's familiarity in it, and it gives those gloved hands something to do, gripping onto opposing wrists. )
❛ You've made your damn point, now get 𝑶𝑭𝑭 of me before you infect me with something .ᐟ❜
( the touch to that face and the way those teeth are exposed is a touch too personal, and he's immediately snapping them in warning .ᐟ )
❛ Get your filfthy, God damned claws away from my mouth, is it just in your kind's DNA to lack any concept of personal space .ᐟ ❜
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Moves with quick succession to his neck. Gripping , dipping claws into the flesh enough to puncture the skin.
" How does eating your scraps through a straw sound ? Though it would be a shame -- your gritted sneer is quite becoming of you."
Said mockingly.
— Zarbon. I answer to the cretin you worship so blindly.
I am not kneeling for you, you don't even deserve to breathe the same air I do. So, could you carry on? Some of us are actually 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. ❜
Oh, would you look at that smile of his? It's absolutely shit eating, like he's already figured out 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 how this will play out.
It's Zarbon's fault, really, for being so easy to read .ᐟ
❛ You may have a tile over me, but I do not serve you, —
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@DxadlyBeauty
❛ Is all that glaring necessary? Finally come to an old enough age where you're in need of glasses, or can I help you something?
I've done nothing to warrant you sniffing up my ass like a dog, Zarbon. ❜
7.) The only peaceful sleep he gets is in the induced slumber inside of pods. He's plagued by insomnia and night terrors if the sleep isn't forced on by hibernation mode. That attitude of his is never helped by constant exhaustion.
6.) He still has the red cape he dawned as a child, it is stashed away safely from the touch of others, the only sign or mourning or semblance or " nostalgia " he allows him to have when it comes to what he's lost.