#erroimmunis

                          ❛ hey, c’mere for a second. ❜

calloused palms BANG against the side of the toaster as fierce greens dart from one side of silver device to the other. short tempered, the toast had gotten stuck within the iron trap. there is a SHORT growl brushed passed as dean slams his hand against the side of the toaster hard enough to send it tumbling to the floor in several pieces. 

                                          ❛ shit. 

1.  your muse throws a punch at mine.

     Loki was surprised it  had  taken  this  long for the     other’s ANGER to mount into something physical     honestly. So yes, he saw it coming but that didn’t     make it any easier to DODGE with the small space     between them. The punch  ( aimed most likely for     his NOSE )  caught Loki on the jaw as he tried to     duck sideways  &  his head snapped painfully to     the side. One hand going up to his now TENDER     jaw, he turned back to face the other with a GLARE.

                            ❛ give me a reason t’skip class.  ❜

           They’ve spoken little. (  See,  there’s shards of fragile            remains SCATTERED in their eyes, portraying  their            tenuous wounds without mercy. He’ll choose to blame            it on that, because he’s TIRED of blaming each other. )             These pools of silence have been tread too long, he’s            decided. So, he looks up at his brother with a careful            gaze, though a remnant of concern taints his front.