[Wow!!! Words hurt, Asher. What did he ever do to you, huh.
Since answering to rude and hurtful derogatory names while trying to keep a grip on his slipping sanity isn't high on his list of things to do, the voice barely registers, at first. Filed away as familiar but not pressing—sorry, Asher—in the rest of the white noise of the city and the persistent roar of hunger trying to drown it out.
Until his attention lapses oddly. It gets closer than it should. Someone reaches in to rattle him and snaps him back to focus.
He spins on a heel. Faster than Asher can hope to react, that hand gets wrenched away at the wrist and twisted back. It's fast, sharp, if not forceful enough to break it. More than enough to feel it. For the bones there to creak unhappily at the angle.]
Back the hell up, hoss. I'm not really in an entertaining mood.
[There's a terrible tightly-wound quality to it. Venemous, dangerous on the edges in a way that even his bandit threatening back in Perdition's Rest hadn't managed to land. At least then, he'd been deliberate about it. Measured and pointed, if scathing. Nothing at all like the loud unrest sitting under his skin. Tense like a tripwire.]
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Since answering to rude and hurtful derogatory names while trying to keep a grip on his slipping sanity isn't high on his list of things to do, the voice barely registers, at first. Filed away as familiar but not pressing—sorry, Asher—in the rest of the white noise of the city and the persistent roar of hunger trying to drown it out.
Until his attention lapses oddly. It gets closer than it should. Someone reaches in to rattle him and snaps him back to focus.
He spins on a heel. Faster than Asher can hope to react, that hand gets wrenched away at the wrist and twisted back. It's fast, sharp, if not forceful enough to break it. More than enough to feel it. For the bones there to creak unhappily at the angle.]
Back the hell up, hoss. I'm not really in an entertaining mood.
[There's a terrible tightly-wound quality to it. Venemous, dangerous on the edges in a way that even his bandit threatening back in Perdition's Rest hadn't managed to land. At least then, he'd been deliberate about it. Measured and pointed, if scathing. Nothing at all like the loud unrest sitting under his skin. Tense like a tripwire.]