Golden Glade Damn, who raised you?

oh, now the stinky little spud wanted him to pump his brakes or something like he was the one who was out of control. aengus looked at her with an accusatory glint in his gaze. she wanted to know who’d stolen the meat from his cache, but the joke was on her! he didn’t have a cache, and if he did… it would have been a secret one away from her. she would have likely spoiled the whole thing. all he had wanted to do was rub his border patrol in her face and here she was biting his damn ears like she owned him.
 
“you just bite me! you don’t even say hi first… why are you so rude?” the bull of a child growled to her. just once, aengus wanted to get the upper hand on being a brat. it seemed like it was sionnach’s default setting, so he wasn’t sure that he’d ever really get that opportunity. still, he hoped that one day he could take her by surprise.