A pincushion hurtles across the room behind him. More fabric falls. He works his jaw for a moment, seething as he comes to a stop just in front of his lover, blue eyes absolutely BLAZING.
"...I feel...disrespected. Like - like I could burst. Shocked you would say that to me - because you KNOW. You KNOW how I FEEL ABOUT THAT."
His hand darts out suddenly, flattening with a loud CRACK against the wall just beside Herbert's head. His fangs are bared, he's shaking, and there is something dangerous in his posture. (Maybe not JUST dangerous, though, the way a wicked edge is creeping into his tone.)
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A pincushion hurtles across the room behind him. More fabric falls. He works his jaw for a moment, seething as he comes to a stop just in front of his lover, blue eyes absolutely BLAZING.
"...I feel...disrespected. Like - like I could burst. Shocked you would say that to me - because you KNOW. You KNOW how I FEEL ABOUT THAT."
His hand darts out suddenly, flattening with a loud CRACK against the wall just beside Herbert's head. His fangs are bared, he's shaking, and there is something dangerous in his posture. (Maybe not JUST dangerous, though, the way a wicked edge is creeping into his tone.)
"I am ANGRY, Herbert.
Is THIS what you FUCKING WANTED?"