#sharpestlxves

Three more steps and the sharp crack of knuckles to jaw resounded in the air. Viorel’s fist collided with Ender’s jaw and his eyes hardened a fraction more. You left. Trădător. It was only after he completed the swing, staring him down, that it didn’t feel right. Not in the moral-way, but tactile, retribution-like fashion. This wasn’t the man that dumped their friendship and left. This was a stranger; who?

“Who are you?”

is amadeo running into pali with a bunch of covered items? yes. does he further hide them when he sees ender? also yes. he moves them up to the roof with his mind and then calls annabelle in her demonic form to take them to their room. hopefully no one else is going to be there. 

then there’s an innocent smile forming on his face. “if it isn’t the confused house mate. are you finding your way around pali nicely now?” the telepath doesn’t quite remember why it was that ender was lost that day, but he figures the trauma of annabelle’s bite will make sure it doesn’t happen again.