[ Hiyori's oh-so-helpful magpie tidbit is answered with the hard thump of Fuuta's tailtip smacking hard against the flooring as a non-verbal warning. ]
I'm not interested in playing with your little pets.
[ Though he's not about to hurt any animals if he can help it, Fuuta's not really an animal lover, either. And while maybe at another time, under different circumstances, he would have grudgingly spared a few minutes to get to know those birds ... right now, he doesn't have much patience for their antics. Not to mention -- ]
And don't go getting carried away just 'cause I said you're not worth messing with. I still don't like you. You're still annoying. [ Those shitty remarks are accompanied by stray embers floating off his tongue, his next breath huffed hot as he fixes Hiyori with a hard stare. ] So stop bragging about your friends, or whatever.
[ Maybe it's cruel of him to squelch Hiyori's good mood like this, but -- he can't help feeling like that's unfair. It's unfair that Hiyori has people who seem to love him so much. It's unfair that Hiyori can act so selfish and obnoxious and annoying but still have people who'll stick by him. It's unfair that Hiyori gets to keep his head high in such delusional fashion despite having made his own mistakes. ... in Fuuta's eyes, it's unfair that Hiyori has so much of what he craves but can never keep for long. What's always slipping away from him despite his best efforts at doing the right thing seems to come to Hiyori effortlessly, and a part of him can't stand that injustice.
He'd been staring resentfully at Hiyori for a moment after saying that shitty remarks -- the sheer magnitude of the sullen emotions in his gaze maybe indicative of what exactly his problem with Hiyori is -- but Fuuta looks away afterward with a click of the tongue. ]
You're still gonna help me get out of here. If you cooperate, I'll take you with me, and you can go cower in your room or whatever. That works out for both of us, doesn't it? Win-win.
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I'm not interested in playing with your little pets.
[ Though he's not about to hurt any animals if he can help it, Fuuta's not really an animal lover, either. And while maybe at another time, under different circumstances, he would have grudgingly spared a few minutes to get to know those birds ... right now, he doesn't have much patience for their antics. Not to mention -- ]
And don't go getting carried away just 'cause I said you're not worth messing with. I still don't like you. You're still annoying. [ Those shitty remarks are accompanied by stray embers floating off his tongue, his next breath huffed hot as he fixes Hiyori with a hard stare. ] So stop bragging about your friends, or whatever.
[ Maybe it's cruel of him to squelch Hiyori's good mood like this, but -- he can't help feeling like that's unfair. It's unfair that Hiyori has people who seem to love him so much. It's unfair that Hiyori can act so selfish and obnoxious and annoying but still have people who'll stick by him. It's unfair that Hiyori gets to keep his head high in such delusional fashion despite having made his own mistakes. ... in Fuuta's eyes, it's unfair that Hiyori has so much of what he craves but can never keep for long. What's always slipping away from him despite his best efforts at doing the right thing seems to come to Hiyori effortlessly, and a part of him can't stand that injustice.
He'd been staring resentfully at Hiyori for a moment after saying that shitty remarks -- the sheer magnitude of the sullen emotions in his gaze maybe indicative of what exactly his problem with Hiyori is -- but Fuuta looks away afterward with a click of the tongue. ]
You're still gonna help me get out of here. If you cooperate, I'll take you with me, and you can go cower in your room or whatever. That works out for both of us, doesn't it? Win-win.