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   Hands raised in a defensive manner. He wasn’t looking to brawl today— he had his fill from last time.

   —Yeah, because ‘Pebbles’ is just genius.

   Flint only stared. What was he supposed to do with a question like that?

   Sin? That was the stupidest name he’d ever heard. And honestly, what was with that ‘Flappy’ nickname too?

   Well, if the loser wasn’t going to say anything, Flint would. 

   The last person he wanted to see just rolled up. Not like he was gonna leave though.

   He could start to feel dizzy. Vision blurring, head spinning. A groan would vibrate against Sin’s bleeding shoulder. Flint’s teeth were starting to dig further into the meat, the taste of iron starting to make him sick. 

   This loser was strong, enough to the point where he’d probably overpower the fox at some point. But if Flint had any say, it’d be later rather than sooner.

   The nice thing about being a fox faunus was that sharp teeth came naturally. If they were going to be fighting dirty, Flint might as well take advantage of that. Digging said sharp teeth into the male’s shoulder, the harder Sin pulled him against the shoulder, the more flesh Flint would tear before passing out, if he wasn’t let go.

Yeah, it hurt the more he squeezed, but damn if he was gonna let go at this point. He figured that if he could withstand an excruciating amount of pain for just a few seconds, this dipshit would pass out that much sooner. It'd be totally worth it.

   There were a lot of things Flint thought the bird might do to stop him— getting bit on his leg? No, this was not on the list.

   Flint stepped back a few paces, gritting his teeth. “You just fuckin’ bit me.” he stated, still a bit surprised by that whole thing. Part of him wondered if it was worth fighting still, but he doubted Bird Brain was just going to let this go.

"Don't start somethin' you can't finish, Flapjack." Sin pursed his lips. He didn't like the sound of that one. Back to the drawing board--

   If that was successful, Bird Brain would have to worry about the incoming boot looking to find its way into his side. Repeatedly.

He slammed into the floor, big surprise there, and saw the eager foot looking to dig into his ribs: Sin chomped on Flappy's shin like a feral animal. Who needed a beak when you had canines meant to rend flesh?

"You taste like shit," he spat out the moment he tasted blood that wasn't his own. Disgusting.

   After a moment to collect himself, Flint wiped the spit that caught his cheek, blood still fresh on his forehead from where the first blow landed. No sooner had Flint brought himself to a standing position did he deliver a solid fist at the other male’s jawline.

Getting clocked across the jaw was nothing new. Sin didn't right himself for a moment, staring off into the hallway as his chin smarted. His lips curled. Iron began to coat his tongue. He licked his lips clean of the blood oozing along his once pearly whites and scoffed.

Snapping his gaze back towards the troublemaker, he lunged forward and grabbed at the guy's shoulders, ready to drive his knee into Flappy's sternum.

   ”—Don’t get too close t’me. You got cloaca or somethin’? I don’t wanna catch it.”

   Yes, that’s Flint. Residential Beacon asshole and all around terrible person to be around. No that he cared. Was he going to get punched for this joke? Probably. Not that he would have cared about that either. It was a wonder how Flint was even still allowed in Beacon, though if it wasn’t for his grades, they would have given him the boot long ago.

His hands balled into fists. Did he have something to say? Not really.

Sin strolled up to the chump, all smooth like salsa or silk - which, incidentally, did not belong together - and grabbed at his collar. His scowl deepened.

Then he threw his head forward and cracked his skull against the no-name asshole who had the gall to start shit with him. Without even waiting for a cry of pain or some snarky rebuttal, Sin spat on Flappy-Lips.

Sin stared at the hand that had been presented to him and blinked. Once, twice. A third time for good measure. His quills fanned out in confusion-- and as soon as he realized they were expanding, he ran a hand through them to calm himself. Whoops. They had a mind of their own sometimes.

Sin could only wonder how long that would last, though. Humans were devious creatures. They'd lure you into a false sense of security and then stab you in the back. Hell, he was still waiting for his shot at Ozpin.