ᅟ𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐆𝐎 .ᐟ

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What’s all this about? Tch.

Yaaaawning. Stretching his limbs.

Reaching his arms up and stretching, his tummy showing when he does.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

"Tch." A gust of anemo lifts him up. He smacks him across the head. "You're too easy to mess with."

He'd catch a snarky, shit eating grin on Haru's face as he turns around. "Was it? I can do it again."

Kicking the back of @INSCRlPTUS ‘ knees.

Come. ( Offering his arms. He knew the other was probably too beaten up to walk. )

( ... ) Hmph. ( Placing a hand on top of his head. Making sure he's not actually injured. Humans are too fragile for their own good. )

( Setting him down when he’s had his fill. Wanting to see him collapse. ) Isn’t that what you wanted?

Tch. ( Well, how could he say no to that? He rises, anemo energy swirling around his body. Grabbing the scribe by the neck—then slamming him against a wall. Until the wall behind him cracks. ) Careful what you wish for. ( Still choking him. Eye to eye. )

And what would it give you?

I could hurt you more if you’re that desperate for it.

( Flicking his forehead. Just because he wanted to. )

Stop talking.