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@idollingsโ (sora)
It irritated him -- the way that Sora was shrugging off things so easily, things that were eating away at Kiiro day by day. Things such as Soraโs flirty nature, how heโd be hitting up people while the yellow inkling was standing right next to him. It begged the question just what he was capable of doing when Kiiro hadnโt been around.
Seeing his boyfriend batting his eyes at another guy, talking with such a silky, alluring voice, dripping like honey from his lips, it angered him so much that he felt a sinking, yet boiling sensation in the pit of his stomach. Furrowing his brows more and more as he side-eyed his boyfriend as well as the stranger, he kept his mouth and nose covered with his surgical mask as well as his beanie low enough so that hardly anything of his face was visible except for his eyes -- golden hues that sure enough were radiating off nothing good, making him seem more menacing than ever.
And all of a sudden, it felt as if one straw had been breaking the camelโs back, without a verbal warning, no yelling, no cursing, no nothing, Kiiro pushed his arm between the counter of the bar and Sora, urging the smaller individual to back off just a little, reaching over to the stranger and grabbing him by his collar, roughly pulling him closer and probably causing for Sora to lose balance on his bar stool -- which wasnโt his intention, but in his rage he couldnโt act with much care.
Instead of punching the guy, he started slamming his face against the counter, spilling some blood -- which he hated to look at so much, it nauseated him each and every time -- but he was in such a feral mood that he couldnโt control himself. Pressing the manโs face into the counter as he scrambled to free himself, Kiiro leaned in and started mumbling quietly, with a deep voice. โWhy donโt you mind your own business and carry your sorry ass somewhere else, huh? Iโll break you, I swear, I am going to break you, rip you apart.โ Slamming his knee between the otherโs legs, a low grunt could be heard -- the bartender already gesturing for Kiiro to get kicked out, but he didnโt care much. โWhen I find out where you live, you are history.โ
Slightly intoxicated as he was, it wasnโt hard for some bulky isopod security guard to grab the lanky inkling by his arms and shoulders and urge him out of the establishment with ease. Kiiro landed onto the ground outside the building, groaning as he attempted catch his balance, but it was a little harder than he had anticipated -- perhaps he had one too many drinks, despite denying the fact. With his face against the ground, he laid there for a moment, not defeatedly as much as he was paralysed by his own jealousy and anger, and the frustration that led to this whole mess-up. He felt like the third wheel and didnโt mind to show how displeased he was -- but now that everything had been said and done, he wasnโt able to drag Sora along, he wasnโt even betting on it that the blue inkling was going to faithfully (like a little puppy dog) follow him outside and make sure he was okay. If anything, he considered getting up and going somewhere else, numbing himself with whatever he could and avoiding going home alone. It wouldnโt make much sense to him for Sora to look after some fool like him, right?
