Quiet Man
Summary: Never underestimate the fury of a quiet man
Notes: Is it abrupt? Yep, but I just wanted Rhythm to be violent for a moment and also it was 1:35 am when I wrote it
Rhythm is a quiet man.
Everyone in the group clocked it the moment they all met him. He sticks to signing more often than not and even his laughter is quiet. Nothing wrong with that, they always make sure he's heard when he does speak up. He usually stays out of tiffs and spats between members, there's 24 of them after all, they're bound to bicker. Sometimes he'll just step between them quietly and they'll shut up because no one wants to fight with him in between.
Isn't a shame these people at the tavern didn't get the memo?
They just wanted information, asking around as usual for any info on the dark god's temple. Starlight's the one asking with a sweet smile and a gentle voice. It earns him a hard slap much to the fury of the group as Nocte steps forward with a growl but Rhythm steps in between before a brawl can break out. The sandy brunette smiles at the wolf causing him to sigh deeply and Nocte gets a front row seat to that smile disappearing as the drunk calls out mockingly to him and their friend having a hold on Starlight who grimaces.
Rhythm turns and raises his hands, 'Let my brother go. All he did was ask a question and you slapped him.'
"Eh? Speak up! I don't talk hand flailing!" That earns mocking laughter and Rhythm steps forward.
Before anyone else can blink, he grabs the drunk's head and slams it into the bar counter with enough force to break their nose. He lets him go calmly and turns to the other, raising an eyebrow. They hurriedly let go of Starlight who in turn turns around and decks them.
"Prick." The prince scoffs before taking Rhythm's offered arm as they walk away with Nocte following.
"Wha' wus tha, Rhythm?" He asks in bewilderment.
The sandy brunette cocks his head and smiles, 'No one hurts my friends. You should know that by now.'
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