#you leave his cockatiel-mullet alone

[diaboeli]

knocks whatever he's holding out of his hand and huffs >( you know what?? i never really liked you anyway ... and ... and you have stupid hair . @ xvilnar

his cinnamon bun goes flying out of his hand, landing somewhere in the dirt before he's taken his second bite. he's not happy about it, evidently, when all they've been surviving on thus far was apple cores and slop. his chewing slows, “  i was eating that, ” but he's cut off by the other drow's petulance― spewing whiny noises, it's all meaningless blather because he's just been robbed, more or less. xvilnar waits for vhaal'krin to finish insulting him before he leans in to snatch at his forearm, hauling him in close, “  you're gonna go fetch that for me, or i'll have to find something else to snack on. ” his pointed stare is enough indication. he releases his wrist and nods to the now dirtied bun sat a good couple feet away from them, “  on your hands n' knees will suffice. ”