#ARMANDO; I'M CROOKED BUT UPRIGHT.

[withbeasts]

" i'm between jobs at the moment. " by which, he means, jobs that luca gives him. " i've heard you say it -- my door is wide open. " the voice he chooses is too high to be her, mocking.

"sorry," josephine looks up, smiles pleasantly, "did you say something to me?"

fucking asshole. where is shilah when you need him? where is luciano, even?

"he's busy." roman can hold his own, especially around armando, but she's still not especially eager to throw him into the mess she continuously finds herself in the middle of. "which –– shouldn't you be, too? somewhere else?"

[withbeasts]

he isn't sure, but he's not going to let that be know. besides -- if he dies -- no matter how painful, awful, terrible -- he'll come back. ( but it wasn't good. it wasn't supposed to happen over and over again, thiago had told him once. it messed with your head. )

" i know you've got a big ass head. " what could someone that size do? " -- show me then. "

"oh, i'm a problem?" xeno snorts, eyes rolling. not like he's never heard that before. "that sounds more like a you problem, actually."

never one to shy away from provocation, he ignores the warning signs of armando's strength and stature. instead, he tilts his chin up, stubborn. the temperature begins to drop around them. "you know, looks can be deceiving. you've got no clue what i am, do you?"

[withbeasts]

" fucking boring. " it's muttered under his breath. much like amelia, he was still very young for a shifter, his body in constant agitation and restlessness. " where is the other one? " maybe he would have more luck picking a fight with the husband.

she is ignoring him, at this point. texting. scrolling. she sends shilah a link to a dress she likes, hardly glances in armando's direction.

"i sit here and enjoy the silence."

[withbeasts]

" you're a problem. " actually, he was confused. xeno wasn't human; he could tell as much just by his own internal instinct. but he wasn't a shifter, so that automatically put him on a lower tier than armando. still, he forcibly asserts his own dominance.

" you look puny enough a flick to the wrist would blow you away. "

“at least i know how to do more than just talk shit all day.” another glare, because xeno isn’t brave enough to try anything else—yet. “what the fuck is your problem, anyway?”

[withbeasts]

" aw, the little boy knows how to throw some insults. " his jealousy is evident; why was shilah taking in this stupid kid? at least he had luca's attention.

xeno flinches at the slammed fist, sends a glare shooting in armando's direction. "maybe i'm just not a gigantic asshole."