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[greedbent]

The anger was white-hot. Searing fresh from the marrow of every bone. Nearly unbridled. Within Kaz, that is.

But where they differed—among a great many things—was with Kaz schooling himself enough to keep a feral, inhuman response in check. (Why? a voice chastised him. For what reason in a god-forsaken shithole like this?) Something delicate trembled beneath his skin with each shift of that body beneath him, each shuffle of limbs rubbing, skin brushing— A feverish wave kept lapping up at Kaz’s feet, threatening to drag him in the undertow, but he persevered.

He siphoned that weakness into an anger he could use. Keep your wit. Keep your mind. Do not lose that here, as well.

The profanities and rage spewing from this stupid podge’s mouth went unheard, answered only by the barest warning of a tug on that twisted arm. “Quit squealing like a pig on a spit and listen closely.” He trained his voice to be level, contrastingly soft and breathy against the coward’s obnoxious shouts. Kaz bore more of his weight into him despite the alarms shrieking in his head. He wouldn’t let him budge. Wouldn’t give him the chance.

“You’re going to be a good boy for me, now: get me a map and the keys to that atrocity of a vehicle you drive, and you may just walk away from this with only a few broken bones,” he murmured, deceptively calm and exhibiting a collected countenance. Kaz’s other hand moved to grab a fistful of dyed hair, that which he used as leverage to yank his head back. “You have ten fingers; I have about ten seconds of patience. Should we start counting down—?”

ﾐ BITCH 彡

@idyllicserendipity (der-bear! :3c) || liked for a starter! [Liar – Harina]

“Say that I'm weak.” The command—no, the threat—was hissed directly in this haughty rich boy's ear. Close. (Too close.) Hot. (Burning.) Kaz had him pinned, arm twisted behind his back, face pressed against scorched stone, and when his own bare fingers squeezed into the flesh of the spoiled brat's wrist, he swallowed down a rise of bile. Fluttering breaths were quelled by the clench of his jaw before a final warning: “And I'll make you a liar.”

VICIOUSLY SNARLING AND THRASHING AWAY just a few moments ago, it was with a harsh grit of his teeth that he would momentarily still beneath him. A hiss of his own given through bite-clenched teeth, especially as he felt-- fuck, even hears-- the dangerous creak of his very own bones threatening to give way then...

... FUCK!

Fuck this guy! Does he really think that he can get away with this?! That he could lay a hand on him without any repercussions?!

Derek's livid glare would neither waver nor falter in its ferocity, even as his cheek was heavily scraped into the hot, gritty stone surface beneath him (He's gonna do SO MUCH WORST to you, the moment he gets out of this--). Even with the threat of having his wrist broken or even his entire arm dislocated hanging in the air itself (He's going to break more than your bones, YOU FUCK--). He still manages to pin the man behind him with a searing glare, even if it was from the corner of his very eyes then.

"WEAK--!" He would spit out, hurling it back at him with hardly a moment's hesitation... before a wild, almost delirious laugh dares to leave him right after, "The fuck?! A-Are you-- waxing poetry or something?! GOD you're such a lil' BITCH!"