#charspit

@incinase .

                  ❛  oh ?  you’re here already ?  well  ,  that was  fast  ...  you little punks really  have  been improving.  ❜      words arranged in such a manner should be  complementary  ——  here  ,  they merely sound  apathetic  at best  ,  condescending  at worst.  at the end of the day they’re still just  kids  after all  ;  a loudmouth and an heir - in - training  …  improvement really only means  so much.      ❛  hey  ,  toga.  you like him  ,  right ?  the angry little shit ?  i’ll let you have him.  ❜      the delighted purr is pointedly  ignored  ,  she as a  whole  ignored  ,  really  ,  gaze having never left the scarred visage of one  todoroki shouto.  he must look more like his mother  ,  he thinks  ,  and that’s lucky  ;  it’s too bad he can see  enji  in him too.  fingers flex  ,  arm extended  ;  flames erupt  ,  a blast of red and blue  purposely  aimed for the space  between  the two children  ,  aim not to  kill  but instead of  divide.  let the  blood happy bitch  have her target.  he’s already chosen his.  

                  ❛  i wanna spend some quality time with my  little brother.  ❜

                                              there is some fear that strikes confusion into mind’s very essence like a fluid-drenched log, engulfed in flame. a pause -- everything is still. nothing moves. his body gives in to his thoughts’ frozen treaty. ice, he is. cold to the touch, unwavering. he looks onward with a grave suspicion which pulls itself from the roots that have grown over it, & unearths its way into furrowed brows & wide eyes of opposing colors. one, deadly, the other, death itself. he glares with some animosity that tangles with disbelief, some form of doubt written in his irises, as if his very expression demands simply, ‘ prove it. ’  throat is bereft of voice for awhile, until the others manage some form of evacuation. he continues to keep his sight locked upon the man before him & he scowls.

                    ❛    there are several explanations as why you’d say what you did . . .