#THREADS; ARMANDO&XENO.

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@inrovina.

he slams down his fist on the table, letting out a huff. " and what's so fucking special about you? "

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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?"

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" 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?”

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" 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."