[ that's it-- he rockets up, both hands slamming down on the back of the couch. he leans forward, looking half ready to just vault over the damn thing in order to strangle apollo. ]
You read it? [ holy shit. ] I cannot fucking believe-- [ he sputters, incoherently angry save for when he manages a line or two in his native tongue. she missed him too? is that supposed to be funny? his claws dig into the couch, shredding the upholstery as he manages to use his words again. ] I'm going to fucking kill you!
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You read it? [ holy shit. ] I cannot fucking believe-- [ he sputters, incoherently angry save for when he manages a line or two in his native tongue. she missed him too? is that supposed to be funny? his claws dig into the couch, shredding the upholstery as he manages to use his words again. ] I'm going to fucking kill you!