#manny7

Noah wasn't exactly having the best day. First, while he and some of the other slaves were talking, things started to get heated because that newish angel kept poking his nose where it didn't belong. Noah'd gotten sharp on the whole subject of mattering and deserving, lashing out and telling the asshole to fuck off when he tried to dive into his head or whatever. Considering how rowdy things had been getting, though not exactly physical, Manny had come to break it up only to get all huffy and storm away after peace was restored. He'd glared at Noah before he had, though. The fuck? Noah hadn't been able to go after him right away, though he wanted to, because of needing to get disentangled from that whole thing and then he was pissed and didn't necessarily think he should try to take it up with Manny right then.

Half a day had slipped by and it seemed like every time Noah had headed towards him Manny had just looked steely and not wanted to talk to him. Noah was back from a whatever rental and finally had enough, though his mood wasn't exactly much better than it had been earlier. Whatever, he wanted to have this out and didn't know what the fuck was going on so he marched right over to the guard as soon as he was back in the Undercroft.

"Hey, what crawled up your ass? You've been shootin' me dirty fuckin' looks all day. If you got somethin' to say, say it, don't pull this glaring fuckin' bullshit." Maybe he was coming on too strong but Noah didn't really care. It had been a shit day, he might as well have whatever this fight was going to be too.