"I would prefer if you keep those thoughts to yourself," Avery said, tilting his head and giving a cold glare. "Or I'll rip your vocal box out and crush it." He finished, closing his open hand into a fist to prove that he wasn't joking. "If you think I'm joking… You have probably heard that I'm the first Demonic Siren to go to this school and I will tell you, taking out vocal boxes are my specialty."
"Big talk from a guy who's specialty is singing," Mark sneered, clearly not getting the hint that he should back down. Ruth made a 'dude you're so fucked' face and turned off his hearing aid in preparation for a smackdown.
Meanwhile, Atticus couldn't bear to face anyone and had taken up residence underneath his bed, curled up in the fetal position and facing the wall.
"This is coming from a guy who has busted multiple peoples eardrums and has driven them insane. This is also coming from a guy who is willing to do the same to you." He growled, not noticing Atticus's curling up under the bed. "Now kindly, fuck off."
Grabs popcorn and begins chanting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT"!//
(Mwahaha exactly! Now just to finish writing it…)
Mood//
Honestly.//
(Sorry…)
It's fine! I just wanted to bump it up! You good fam!//
Is it fam or Fahm?//
(Either? Sorry… I've been busy with bullshit and depression has taken my motivation and creativity and has yeeted it out a window)
(Huh, okay. Just wondering ecuase I've seen/ heard both.)
(Sander Sides basically.
Are you a Logan with "Fahm"
Or are you a Patton with "Fam")
I'm me with "Mortal Foes")
(Lmao fair point)
(Pretty much)
"This is coming from a guy who has busted multiple peoples eardrums and has driven them insane. This is also coming from a guy who is willing to do the same to you." He growled, not noticing Atticus's curling up under the bed. "Now kindly, fuck off."
Mark laughed cruelly as he stepped forward threateningly, almost growling as he was basically nose-to-nose with the siren. "Aww, am I making the lil' daft punk mad, huh?" He teased, a permanent smug look on his face as he moved to shove Avery.
(yo, feel free to control Ruth or even Mark whenever you want)
"Aw, is the little bully feeling insecure?" Avery retorted, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear as he stared down at the smaller guy. "What are you anyhow? A were-kitten?" He teased as Ruth rolled his eyes and hid his smile under his hand. "Becuase you sure are small enough to be one.~"
Bumpies?//
(bumpies indeed. sorry.)
"EAT SHIT FUCKER!" Mark screeched, pissed off beyond reasoning or logical thought. He quickly drew back his arm in a quick, fluid movement, clenched his fist into a rock-solid ball and drove his punch right into Avery's diaphragm. His whole arm was becoming as stone-like as a boulder as his body began to morph from soft flesh into rough and jagged texture, just like a rock.
"I would rather not," Avery said slowly, his skin becoming coated in protective scales. "I dislike the taste." He continued, grabbing the other boy's fist and felling a slight pin-prick of pain as he did so. Avery gave a wide smile, showing sharp shark teeth when he gave the unsettling grin.