[He shouldn’t enjoy annoying her, but he does. There’s a part of him, a part of a phantom adolescence he was never safe to indulge in, that finds a boyish appeal in nettling her. He likes how her dark brows sometimes knit together, or in this case, how her lips pursed together at his stubborn nature. He’s a nightmare to care about, he knows. He keeps waiting for her and the others to stop.
It’d probably be better for them if they did. Though he knows he can’t control them. He wouldn’t ever try.
Kaz pulls on his boots, knotting the laces and then rising to his feet from his position on the floor with a surprising nimbleness given his leg. Those are his advantages in a fight; he’s fast and ruthless, not above using whatever he has to in order to win. It isn’t elegant, but it’s often enough dramatic. He moves over to his desk, opening a drawer to put away the polish.]
What’s on your mind then Wraith that’s worth the dripping?
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It’d probably be better for them if they did. Though he knows he can’t control them. He wouldn’t ever try.
Kaz pulls on his boots, knotting the laces and then rising to his feet from his position on the floor with a surprising nimbleness given his leg. Those are his advantages in a fight; he’s fast and ruthless, not above using whatever he has to in order to win. It isn’t elegant, but it’s often enough dramatic. He moves over to his desk, opening a drawer to put away the polish.]
What’s on your mind then Wraith that’s worth the dripping?