Sleepy Fox Hollow Just Tackle Me!

Anselm’s childish outburst was met with maturity beyond his years, but he was too petulant to know it. 

He walked off at a loose gait, as if to communicate his utter disinterest. Paeon’s friendly tone carried behind him, but Anselm didn’t care — he was a teenager, god damn it, and it was his unalienable right to be as douchey as possible. 

He turned and made for the caches to settle his stomach, and in turn, his worsening mood.