Blacktail Deer Plateau disasterpiece

"kid?" he drawls with a sneer. tongue rasping along his lips as a taunt. "gotta lotta nerve, showin' up like you're hot shit." V's pride can only take so many blows, so many hits before he does something stupid. 

muscles coil beneath his messy fur as the man has the balls to lounge around as if he owns the place. his patience is wearing thin, his temper even thinner. 

"y'wanna find out?" V sneers. he doesn't have the fucking time for these games, and if Croft wants him to show his chrome, he's more than willing. "big talk for a small man."