[ there's something about kavinsky's arrogance and impishness that gets nico's blood boiling. the way the other boy smirks, taunts in that near-incoherent manner of his, and even has the audacity to suggest that he might have sex for money... normally nico might be able to tolerate the other boy's behavior or remove himself from it enough to not react. what tends to help is a screen and space separating them. now, however, that's not an option. and as kavinsky demands to be helped, something like a flame flares to life deep in nico's dark and colorless eyes. like the flame of insanity that lingers at the edges of the shadows.
the temperature around them instantly drops around ten degrees as nico's aura reacts to the anger building inside him. he'll take whatever teasing kavinsky might give him, but suggesting he's a whore is simply too much. a sneer forms on his lips and he draws closer. his voice is the breath of death, full of warning that should set off all sorts of alarm bells, but if kavinsky doesn't hear them, that's not his only problem. ]
You think you can walk in here, imply that I'm a prostitute and then demand I help you?
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the temperature around them instantly drops around ten degrees as nico's aura reacts to the anger building inside him. he'll take whatever teasing kavinsky might give him, but suggesting he's a whore is simply too much. a sneer forms on his lips and he draws closer. his voice is the breath of death, full of warning that should set off all sorts of alarm bells, but if kavinsky doesn't hear them, that's not his only problem. ]
You think you can walk in here, imply that I'm a prostitute and then demand I help you?