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“I’d say ask your family but…. seems they were worth the price.”

   They  were  free  !  Because  remember  children  ,  murder  done  yourself  or  with  friends  is  free.  

wombat’s sentence starters // accepting // @pharaohspider

When backed into a corner, some creatures will surrender. Others may fight until they suffer fatal injuries.

In Leorio’s case, he tended to abandon logic and instinct and instead provoke his attacker. Retrospectively, he wonders if he means to distract them, to grant himself an opportunity to flee. But in the moment, Leorio knows that he finds pleasure in that cultivated irritation, even when his own safety is on the line.

With a cocked eyebrow and a bloody lip, Leorio manages to crack a smile. He clutches his briefcase tightly, his arm dangling by his side, ready to swing.

He’s approaching Shalnark and hands over a slightly, rather completely crushed phone. It seems that he had a tragic accident with his newest piece of technology. “Can you fix it?”

     ❝Really, Phinks?❞

     Exasperated, Shalnark shakes his head in disappointment at his fellow Spider’s mishap. This wasn’t the first time he’d broken his phone in a manner similar to this, but this one... This phone was toast.

The prank is juvenile and exceedingly simple but effective. Itching powder in Shalnark's underwear; it'll teach the manipulator not to make Feitan that angry.

     It’s a fantastic thing to be aware of one’s surroundings. With the pastel colors that adorned Shalnark’s underwear drawer, Phinks should have realized that white powder with a sprinkle of brown specs would have been noticeable, but only so much can be done toward the intelligence of Shalnark’s fellow Spiders...

     Rubbing the powder between his fingers was enough to tell Shalnark exactly what had been done. A brow raises in disappointment.

     Don’t mind Shalnark as he casually picks up the ruined pair of undergarments and flicks the powder toward all of Phinks’ favorite Gucci tracksuits. He doesn’t mind having to go commando for a while.

“All my past life was now a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing.”

There’s a small moment of surprise when the map is finally passed her way. Their directions had been simple; yet they still hadn’t reached their goal.  Was he playing a prank of some sort? If he kept going she was soon to lose her good mood. When he spoke though, she blinked.

“You can’t?”

Nose deep in a book that she reads through only for appearances sake, she hears the angry Phinks long before she sees him. She keeps it up even as he stomps his way over to her. The casual indifference will get her the answers she wants, though she can infer much. Only one person gets Phinks this heated. She turns a page. “Fair enough.”