#bloodfists

rosseland has always been more teammate than pet, more trickster than catㅤ───ㅤit has managed to avoid all of lyney's traps to bait it out and away from his hat with twice the cleverness and thrice the foresight, consistently two steps ahead of anyone who dared underestimate it.

there's no chance of it mistaking this for a real mouse, but an astute cat is a cat nonetheless; wind up the right toy the right way, and the chase would be just as thrilling. lyney beams at his brother, picking up the gadget and inspecting it closely.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤshion. tell me, what do you see here?ㅤ’ㅤㅤran is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth when the gift itself was a pastryㅤ───ㅤbut this is not a gift, it was a task, and one not completed correctly. if it had been, the pastry on his hands right now would be what he wanted, not some random éclair.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤi asked for a montblanc. does this look like a montblanc to you? do i need to fix your eyes, or your brain?ㅤ’

is rindou real nice, or is shion too dumb to understand sarcasm? still, there's no denying whatever friendship is there between the two, so ran steps away with a roll of his eyes that he doesn't bother hiding. 

ugh, he's going to have to wash his shirt now. he’d return the gesture, much less amicably so, if he didn’t want to dirty his hands too. shion strikes him as the type to be extra sweaty, and he does not want to fact-check.