Firestone Hot Springs Tired mechanical heart beats till the song disappears.

Seemed he wasn't the only annoyed by this whelp, and Cry held back a bark of laughter at Aglæca's own interjection. One ear flattened while the other swiveled away from the barking bastard. The epitome of 'Why are you even breathing?' face was given to Makaro in a way Cry could only label as unimpressed.

"I'm wondering what gave you the belief of me being angry. But can't ask for much from a baby wolf. Put an egg in your paw, and beat it, brat."

The assassin knew responding back was pointless, but it was an urge the usually cool and collected wolf never had. It wasn't to show off in front of Aglæca, but this wolf was...he couldn't put a claw on it. Glacials simmered on the white-teared pupil of Slade, still trying to figure what the hell spurned him on.
And why the hell Slade was capable of keeping his temper around such a pompous zit.