Whatever appetite he'd had for watching Hiyori quiver like a cornered mouse had already started to wither, but it truly evaporates with the entrance of their special guest. Fuuta's gaze had whipped over at the sound of beating wings, a guttural growl escaping from the back of his throat in preparation to scare off a second magpie before it dive at him. He sure wasn't expecting ... that, instead.
Embers still drifting away from between jagged teeth, Fuuta just stares at the parrot(?) sitting on the floor. Wondering why the hell Hiyori has all these birds hanging around him? What kind of Dosney princess nonsense is that? Actually, more importantly -- is this loser seriously shielding a magpie with his own body? A bird that he hadn't even shown any sign of wanting to hurt?
The tail shoved against Hiyori's stomach had started to ease off, but its weight presses itself into that soft spot as Fuuta looks to him once more. Though -- it's obvious even at a glance that he's lost the momentum of his anger, and it turns out anger, no matter how spiteful, is a lot harder to start back up when it isn't being carried by its own inertia. A few more licks of fire seep out past his lips when he gives an exasperated exhale, but the worst of that crackling fire starts to die down in his throat. Even when he gives a loud click of the tongue, all that escapes him is a brief burst of heat, glossing hot over Hiyori's face one last time. ]
Your priorities are messed up.
[ Finally, the tailtip pulls away from Hiyori's body, giving an admonishing swish through the air as Fuuta glares dourly at him. ]
I wasn't gonna hurt your damn pet. People who abuse animals are trash, I'm not like that. And -- [ Actually, the tailtip's back, poking into Hiyori's sternum to emphasize his point. But not too hard this time, just hard enough to make his point. ] -- that guy's your friend, not mine. You should have been the one to stand up for him. It's messed up that I had to say anything to defend him. You get it? If you wanna call him your friend, then you should've fought for him. Some friend you are.
[ Ugh. Why does he even need to say this stuff out loud. Isn't it obvious? It's ridiculous, that he's needing to say this to some asshole who's ostensibly a working professional, or whatever? No wonder the news back home was always going on about messed up stuff happening in the entertainment industry.
Fuuta gives one more disgruntled huff as he finally eases his weight back off from Hiyori, tail returning behind his back as he sits back on his haunches to stare at that red bird. ]
You're such a pain. Not worth the effort of actually messing with.
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Whatever appetite he'd had for watching Hiyori quiver like a cornered mouse had already started to wither, but it truly evaporates with the entrance of their special guest. Fuuta's gaze had whipped over at the sound of beating wings, a guttural growl escaping from the back of his throat in preparation to scare off a second magpie before it dive at him. He sure wasn't expecting ... that, instead.
Embers still drifting away from between jagged teeth, Fuuta just stares at the parrot(?) sitting on the floor. Wondering why the hell Hiyori has all these birds hanging around him? What kind of Dosney princess nonsense is that? Actually, more importantly -- is this loser seriously shielding a magpie with his own body? A bird that he hadn't even shown any sign of wanting to hurt?
The tail shoved against Hiyori's stomach had started to ease off, but its weight presses itself into that soft spot as Fuuta looks to him once more. Though -- it's obvious even at a glance that he's lost the momentum of his anger, and it turns out anger, no matter how spiteful, is a lot harder to start back up when it isn't being carried by its own inertia. A few more licks of fire seep out past his lips when he gives an exasperated exhale, but the worst of that crackling fire starts to die down in his throat. Even when he gives a loud click of the tongue, all that escapes him is a brief burst of heat, glossing hot over Hiyori's face one last time. ]
Your priorities are messed up.
[ Finally, the tailtip pulls away from Hiyori's body, giving an admonishing swish through the air as Fuuta glares dourly at him. ]
I wasn't gonna hurt your damn pet. People who abuse animals are trash, I'm not like that. And -- [ Actually, the tailtip's back, poking into Hiyori's sternum to emphasize his point. But not too hard this time, just hard enough to make his point. ] -- that guy's your friend, not mine. You should have been the one to stand up for him. It's messed up that I had to say anything to defend him. You get it? If you wanna call him your friend, then you should've fought for him. Some friend you are.
[ Ugh. Why does he even need to say this stuff out loud. Isn't it obvious? It's ridiculous, that he's needing to say this to some asshole who's ostensibly a working professional, or whatever? No wonder the news back home was always going on about messed up stuff happening in the entertainment industry.
Fuuta gives one more disgruntled huff as he finally eases his weight back off from Hiyori, tail returning behind his back as he sits back on his haunches to stare at that red bird. ]
You're such a pain. Not worth the effort of actually messing with.