His expression only further sours โ a snarl, perhaps, would slip through had he not been rendered momentarily speechless.
though the anger still swells within him, crackling like a current that rages through his veins.
โyour buffonary is not amusing.โ spat back, a grouch.
( a rolling of eyes, said orbs appraise the dramatics with an aloof air, a scoff the only thing breaking his facade.
a pinch between brows, the smirk drops into a frown โ all sharp angles much in contrast to the cowboy before him. )
hmph โ i would not say it was fortunate.
( he watches the display, if he had his arrow in hand, heโd inspect the tip, ignoring the performance )
i can, and i will. should the deceased not be more silent ?
his foot shifts to squash it and extinguish any remaining embers it may have. a scoff, how he very much feels like that. โi could always knock you out.โ he offers, the first joke heโs given that exchange โ though itโs delivered as if her were serious.
a disgruntled huff at the mimic, but otherwise ignored with a roll of his eyes. free hand plays with the stray fraying ends of the knit blanket thrown around him with a pensive air to him. Eventually he takes a final puff of his dying smoke โ tossing the remaining butt before