Steak lifts his head from the wall and rolls it to look at Red Wine, heavy and silent, the dark glare he levels at Red Wine entirely unlike anything he would usually throw his way. ]
As if you don't know.
[ The words are growled out, and Steak is all too quiet in the way he responds. There's no yelling, no snapping or quickness. He pushes himself from the wall like it takes effort to do.
Red Wine has become a lightswitch for his anger in the last couple of weeks, and where he once would have said that was normal, it no longer is. None of this feels right. ]
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Steak lifts his head from the wall and rolls it to look at Red Wine, heavy and silent, the dark glare he levels at Red Wine entirely unlike anything he would usually throw his way. ]
As if you don't know.
[ The words are growled out, and Steak is all too quiet in the way he responds. There's no yelling, no snapping or quickness. He pushes himself from the wall like it takes effort to do.
Red Wine has become a lightswitch for his anger in the last couple of weeks, and where he once would have said that was normal, it no longer is. None of this feels right. ]