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✧₊ @miscoda┊͙  ❝ oh,  i HARDLY plan on listening,   [  ermine snaps,  upper lip twitching as he jerks back on instinct.  how common of him to shrink back from a supposed team member,  yet how predictable as well.  cowardly,  if anyone but him mentioned it outside the incident.  fingers dance beneath his shirt collar,  along his (funnily-enough) cold shoulder,  tracing & slight,  maintaining whatever composure he keeps up along his spoiled demeanor.  after the mistreatment they’ve all suffered at the hands of countless enemies,  he should learn to accommodate /some/ of this fool’s idiosyncrasies..  but,  alas,  he’s never been anything except self-centered,  & has never tried to work those issues out by any means.  his existence aggravates the very fibers of this team—-  seems to pull at coda’s bands,  which he sickly prides himself upon at times—-  feeding his own bad-temper by allowing everything to get beneath his skin,  then allowing no one to get within a three-foot radius of him.  simply crossing his arms now is indicative of an attitude problem,  especially when paired with that testy little sneer.  no one would dare argue with him,  nor tell him what to do if he was back with his parents.  but he hated them more than he hates this..  so what exactly would be the point?  ]   all you have to do is open your mouth,  /darling./   it’s not hard to hate the likes of you.

you can hate me all you want after this is done.

if that attitude of yours is this sour by the end of the day then i don't see how we're going to get anywhere with this project, so i suggest y' lighten up just this ONCE, alright?

✧₊ @automalice┊͙  ❝ KID?   i’m your new /teammate,/  yes.   [  if he had a longer ponytail,  it might as well be flipping over his shoulder with the amount of attitude he’s dishing out.  dressed in such ludicrous clothing—-  for this century,  in a somewhat-casual setting—-  he makes for quite the sight,  standing like some victorian lord looking over his estate.  or rather,  the son of said lord with a wish to inherit the land.  the boy’s got quite the defined jaw,  even more steak knife-sharp than his tongue,  to match a frigid glare.  he really does look like a prat;  that doesn’t go away when he crosses both arms over his chest,  cocking a brow in the other’s direction.  ]   bugger off with the “new kid” rubbish.

✧₊ @historicwebs┊͙  ❝ THEN MAKE SURE IT /DOESN’T HAPPEN AGAIN./   [  shrinking from zhīzhū,  the little prince nearly trips over his own feet trying to get away.  lily petals over muddy water,  there’s no doubt of his disgust—-  but it feels /wrong,/  so wrong,  to not scrub his skin raw from the contact.  it’s crawling over his neck,  the small of his back,  behind both knees & snaking around his nerve endings like some demented cobra,  eager to strangle all rational feelings to make way for his paranoia.  ]   /shit../    don’t—-  don’t FUCKING apologize.   (..)   just don’t /touch me./   all right?

✧₊ @mengyong┊͙  ❝ coda??   that /wanker?/   i’m not sure how offended i should be,  [  ermine retorts,  one corner of his mouth twisting in displeasure.  like he’s tasted something bitter,  or smelled the breakfast adrian burned this morning.  ‘acrid’ would be a good descriptor.  more now than ever,  he seems irritated by being snapped at & believed to be /coda,/  of all the team’s members.  ]   he’s insufferable.   shouldn’t you know by now that if someone comes in running his mouth,  /that/ will be coda?   you’re lucky i’m civilized,   [  he adds, raising a brow to accent his ticking time bomb of a sneer.  it’s only one in the afternoon,  but his hair is still styled as if it were eight in the evening.  yet another reason to find him obnoxious:  the vanity that seems to saturate his every move.  ]   i would’ve had you punished for being so /impudent./