tricksterhighblood:

cherryflavoredcarnage:

==> You grin as he rips your hood. Fuck him, you’re fond of your hood.You’re fond of your cloak entirely actually.  The hand that had been gently resting on his arm tightens it’s grip, digging in.

You will be fixing my hood, Sourhorns. I don’t give two shits about you doing what you want, but I want my hood fixed. Surely that won’t be too hard for an indigoblood like you. 

==>You just chuckle at him all smiles and happiness radiating from you. You’re still pissed though. 

==> You’ve finally broken that infallible smile, and it feels motherfucking GOOD.  As his claws prick your skin, you tighten your own grip, your grin far too wide for the situation.  Every once in a while it was good to show your dominance, to put the insufferable lowbloods in their place, and you wouldn’t be outdone by a mutant.  Intimidation?  Ha.  As if a mutant such as he could ever manage to threaten you at all.  He is right though, you are an indigoblood, and that means that you’re HIGHER THAN HE.  How dare he tell you what to do.

oh i don’t think so candyblood~  i think it looks much better like this, ehehehe~

==> Fuck that.  If he wanted to play this game, you would too.

==> You dig your claws in ever deeper. Dragging them down his arm because you could. You did your best to keep your smile up but it was slowly changing into a sneer. As much as you enjoyed his company, he knew precisely how to fucking piss you off and he was good at it. You wouldn’t put up with this.

My cloak does not look better ripped highblood. Fix it.

==>Your free hand rests its self against his chest, ready to push him back in a moment’s notice.