It was like all the energy heâd felt for weeks was all being blown out of his body, all at once. All the frustration, all the petty insults, it was nothing he was not used to, but somehow radically different, way more infuriating coming from this bulbous hunk of rubbery, wet skin and meat.
Somehow, it was way more irritating when the other wasnât around to receive, and otherwise oppose, his opinionated ramblings and personal actions. Almost as if, how fucking dare you not keep this up, how dare you ignore me when I know, I know you want to say it, say something, anything, just to piss me off. How dare you deny me that odd, that wrong experience, that strange outlook, that explosive chemistry. Everyone needs a bit of chaos in their life. Especially trolls. And Kankri had never felt like more of a troll, a savage, undignified simpleton, than when Equius was around. He needed this fucking asshole around if not purely for the sake of gratifying that part of him that would always be feral, that would fight just for the sake of fighting and fuck for the sake of fucking and goddamn it, sometimes, he just needed to be pushed.
And the length of time that Equius spent NOT pushing him and NOT fighting him back was way too long to satisfy him.
He reeled in the aftermath of his foolish little headbutt for a brief moment before he was trapped, held in place, and felt the scrape of that ugly, manged mouth across his pure, his flawless skin, grunting loudly at the fire that rose up underneath it. It spread outward from the red scar of that wound and his blood, every boiling inch of it, strained up towards his skin, turning him wholly red and burning, pushing up at the hulking form beside him as if calling to him. It all wanted to be bled. It all wanted to die on his hideous tongue, if not just to touch him, just to have the chance to stain him once with its color. He growled back and his head came forward, his own bottom fangs scraping roughly against anything it could reach, digging into his temple. He threw his head away and SPAT that blue, struggling in his grasp kicking out from under him, his head coming forward trying to catch him in another strike, not having learned a fucking thing from earlier.
After a few moments of pointless writhing, he gritted his teeth in a snarl and pressed his face back over the temple that heâd bitten, rasping into the side of his face, the blue painting his lips, âlet g9Â 9f me, get 9ff 9f me y9u disgusting fucking l9use, y9u c9rpulent ple6ian, I hate y9u. I hate y9u, Iâm g9ing t9 fucking get y9u f9r all 9f this, I swear. I swear.â
