[No, this isn't right, and Red Wine knows it immediately. After all, who has known this Food Soul for longer than he has? He grips Steak's wrist but doesn't try to yank himself free, belatedly realising that the instinct to ensure he's still able to breathe is an entirely unnecessary one.
Steak can grip his collar as hard as he likes - Red Wine doesn't need to worry about it.]
You're acting like a fool.
[And it does nothing but add a spike of irritation to the undercurrent of toxic fury in Red Wine's mind.]
no subject
Steak can grip his collar as hard as he likes - Red Wine doesn't need to worry about it.]
You're acting like a fool.
[And it does nothing but add a spike of irritation to the undercurrent of toxic fury in Red Wine's mind.]
I am not going to fight with you here.