#;;clyde throwing up the peace sign: gang gang

[fierytempxr-blog]

tom had to physically restrain himself from going over to the other and shoving him in the chest to show that he didn’t need to talk to anyone, that he just needed to be left alone.

lips pulled back from sharpened canines in a snarl he didn’t even realize he was expressing, and somewhere in the distance a park swing caught on fire ‘spontaneously’. he clenched his fists and leaned his head back, trying to control his rapid breathing. in, and out. in, and out ...

“ i don’t know who you think you are, talking to a prince like he’s some sort of child ; but i am perfectly capable of handling myself. if anyone is in any sort of danger here, it would be you. ” he ran a hand through pink locks, eyes lighting up the night in anger.

“ im perfectly safe. and i was fine being by myself. what about you — what are you doing out here so late at night, huh ? who’s to say you aren’t up to something ? ”

‘ you know what — i don’t care. i don’t care that ill never be enough for anybody. i don’t care that im letting my anger get the best of me right now — i just don’t care !

so why don’t you just, just go. ’