IRRITATION’S BECOME SECOND NATURE TO SHADOW : like the blood that thrums in veins, the way lungs constrict and relax to allow oxygen into his body. irritation seeps from his pores like a vile stench he can’t seem to get rid of. of course anger is becoming a close second now : when dark hues land upon the boy who lynched him not too long ago. fingers instinctively move to his neck, still sore and bruised, mouth set into a hard line. ❛ attacking me once wasn’t enough ? ❜ doesn’t seem like the other is about to speak yet ( which is weird, given how he wouldn’t shut up initally. ) ❛ what do you want, kid ? ❜ this whole mess is beginning to get out of control. he was meant to be a bodyguard. nothing more, nothing less . . . but it looks like he’s on his way back to jail at this point.
// ♥’d for a starter ! @tchboy