#kyle wheeler

KYLE: There’s no hard feelings about all the shit talking by the way, we just do this to blow off steam and besides, I can respect the fact that you may be a fuckin’ moron, but at least you’re not a pussy. It was fun, with some training you might actually be really good, I’ll talk to Marcus about it at some point if you want. 

DAMIEN: [He groans a little and shakes his head, the idea of mixing alcohol with an already splitting headache not appealing in the slightest.] Even if the bar was an option, I’d have to rain check on the afterparty but I appreciate the gesture, man. I’ve got a second half of this stupid plan to implement, and it probably needs to happen before I pass out again –

AKIRA: About that– [frowning as he reaches the top of the stairs, he purses his lips uncomfortably.] I got Em on the phone finally, but uh, turns out I was way off base because there wasn’t much sympathy to be had – all she said was “take him to the Healers in the Vale.” She’s packing for some kind of trip, and no, I didn’t get, like, the specifics of what’s going on there  but…yeah, long story short, you’re on your own and SOL. Sorry, dude… I mean, we can still go over there if you want, but I don’t think it’s gonna do much.

DAMIEN: [he calls out, getting the referee’s attention as well as Lou’s, pushing his way toward the front before Akira can grab him and stop him.] The last guys you hauled up there must have been a couple of Happy Campers ‘cause The Puppy Bowl was boring as fuck – I didn’t see anything worth bragging about, obviously you need a better caliber of challenger.

AKIRA: THIS is the strategy?! You’re gonna trash talk?! Trash talk a werewolf gang in the werewolf gang’s territory, you dumb hoe?!

KYLE: [He glances over at Lou with amusement, the two of them exchanging a snicker and a grin before Damien is addressed again.] Listen to your pretty boy sidekick while you still can, you’re even more out of your league – This isn’t one of your slick, over-produced “duels” to see who can make better sparkles, unless you can throw an actual punch, bippity-boppity your skinny ass back to the cheap seats and shut the fuck up.

AKIRA: [He snickers at that, his dark eyes sparkling with impish delight.] Aww Morgs, I’m sorry you’re not my type but there’s no need to get jealous, you’re pretty too…Actually… [Akira pauses and furrows his brow contemplatively, giving Morgyn a thorough assessment with a tilting of his head.] I don’t know, I could probably make it work for me.

MORGYN: Yet there’s nothing in this or any other conceivable universe you could possibly do to make it work for me. [Morgyn scoffs, his tone entirely flat and unamused.]