#sithsided

              “EXPLAIN it to me---...”

          → THAT is his question, clear & in the open, as he slams the                door of the facility closed as he walks in, one smooth pull                of the force doing the trick -- it makes his burnt hand STING,                but he cares none for that pesky nuisance right now. the cool                fabric of leather over the injuries did enough to lessen the                 effects of his small mistake.

              “---WHY IS IT.”

         → he marches forward towards the taller man, eyes of stormy blue              gazing into the other’s carob eyes, a snarl frozen into his expression,              his signature in the force still BURNING with rage. his uninjured hand              aims for the other’s throat, but he holds back with one last ounce of              self-control, continuing to speak. he lowers it, stepping well into the              younger male’s personal space, his gaze still heated by IRE, the              finest fuel to a dark sider’s practices.