#ausrawinged

        Core drums pathetically to the obvious, yet finds it in himself to, instead, do the exact opposite - grip of steel and muscles tense enough that it hurt. Stubborn as Sandalphon is, something about the other just fueled further impatience and before more words dared to leave those lips of the same man who dared to peek on his notebook so ever neatly tucked in his pocket, handle of a spare katana shatters, echoes of steel clanging harshly into dirt and the frown creasing further the more noise his mind has.

        " I know. " Yet? Voice remains free of that irritation, a false security before the storm — he's been getting better at just tolerating Lucio's company the further he tries to 'befriend' him. And so is his part of it that means trying with effort akin to the power of the cosmos to not pop a vein at each nonsensical crap he says. First it were fish, then something about the slime creatures just not having enough of the Primarch but not his stupid face. Now? Shattered weapon from training when he didn't even have a chance to try it in in turn of sparing his signature katanas to have a day.

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     The porcelain cup makes a small noise as the other, or rather his doppelganger places it on the table in front of him.  Blue eyes look up from its dazed state to see his own reflection staring back at him but with a curved smile.  He had been staring out in a stunned manner, the words in his book suddenly becoming gibberish as the gears in his head turned quickly.  

      He’s used to it, and always waited for it to pass on its own.  It was an unfortunate thing that it happened while he wasn’t in his room, and instead at the kitchen table.  Still, he stares at the man for another few seconds before looking at the dark brown liquid that made white steam rise from the cup.  He’s sure he looks like a fool as he continues to stare like he didn’t know what was placed in front of him.  

      His fingers twitch as he shuts the book in front of him and grips the hardcover, barely stopping the impulse to throw the cup against the wall just to hear it shatter.  It’s the same impulse that makes him want to cut into a table with a pair of scissors or push all the books off his shelf.  An impulse to ruin something just to feel better-- 

      But he voices nothing, and simply waits for it to pass.

“Ah? Now that’s a face I haven’t seen here before. Kekeke.... It’s no wonder why this place felt a little too well guarded, if it had the likes of you drifting around here.” The voice was as snark as it was mocking. The man (?) had only stood afoot a summit of gathering clouds and lightning- all but vanquished when the new arrival had come pausing just behind him. 

Those wings, too. Yes, he has heard of /them/ before- but that wasn’t important now. What was important was if this other being could keep up with the likes of him! 

“Some say exactly that, my friend. Others will say to preserve your fire until it’s absolutely needed- but as for myself...” 

He interrupts with a huff, finishing tying his boots from the practice he just underwent with  the gleam of his sword against the hide of a feral beast.