VIOLENCE REIGNS SUPREME.

The mage jumped a bit not hearing the other approach at all. Was he daydreaming again? “Y-Yes. I apologize. It was rude of me to think out loud.” his cat ears flatten a bit out of his nervousness. This servant could rip him apart with little effort. “How are you, berserker?” he didn’t know what else to say. 

“R- really, ya will?! Ya like it?!” Ah. Wait. He’s cheerful and excited for a moment, forgetting himself in his joy- his father taking it so carefully, looking at it and deciding to keep it. No, that’s not good. The blush is still there as he pulls up his bluster.

“I- I mean good riddance! I’m glad I don’t gotta keep it, it gave me too many splinters makin’ it!” Wait. Wait. Oh no.

“I- I mean I didn’t make it! Some fool did! A stupid dumb fool! Y’wouldn’t want him cause ya already said ya didn’t! Gh- agh, just keep it! Forget it! I’m leaving, old man Berserker! G’bye an g’riddance!” With this, Connla makes his escape, trying to save some, if not all, of his dignity.

He remains unchanging in the face of his son’s various reactions, although lurking within him... there was smidge of contentment; seeing Connla happy, even for a second brought forth an emotion he only felt in battle, and even then it wasn’t as deep as what he felt now.

“.... Idiot.”

With the other having made his exit, a chuckle leaves the berserker’s lip-- a grin gracing his features.

You’re mistaking me as someonewho cares about the Master’s thoughts & opinions. How hilarious it is tosee you becoming so docile like that. Unfitting of you.

Knock off your tasteless rage,it’s disgusting.

(The desire for violence runs through his every pore, to tear the archer to shreds would bring nothing but euphoria. Teeth are bore in a sinister grin-- paying no attention to the other’s word as he raises him before him with his tail.)

Your opinion doesn’t mean shit to me.

(However, there was another person’s opinion that mattered-- and it was because of that he calmed, if only slightly. The berserker approaches, biting down the golden king’s flesh before tossing him carelessly aside. He’d punish him with humilation.)

Crimson eyes narrow, memory clear of their last encounter. He, a villain. The other, a hero. The beast had stabbed the other and been his downfall– and now they were here, both serving the same master. A servant’s memory varied, so to hear the other not be able to remember was unsurprising. However, Cu would make no mention of it.

It was a thing of the past, after all.

You stupid mutt.

Your bullshit is killing mealready, cease.

It won’t be the only thing.

puts a blanket on him

Stop talking to me, & leavethen. Maybe then I’ll cease.

I’m superior to you, so it’sonly natural that I showcase it.

Shut up?

shut up you shithead and justsleep.

that just means u gotta climb to smooch