[ Amos watches him, his hands, whatever the fuck he's doing. And then this fucking guy speaks. Again. Can't shut up. It's an involuntary reaction; he goes from snarling to snapping his teeth, once, sharp, keeping them bared after, eyes alight with fury. He's still too far away.
It's maybe the most alive he's felt since he got here. Not like he can appreciate it, though. ]
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It's maybe the most alive he's felt since he got here. Not like he can appreciate it, though. ]
You'd be dead before you could try.