[Somehow, he wasn't expecting someone to say they did. He had been asking the question almost rhetorically, an invitation to find something wrong with the other person's confusion or denial. When he actually gets an affirmative answer he's like a dog who caught the car he was chasing.
It's not a good look, nor is the way the intensity of his anger seems to launch upwards, his whole body shaking, fists clenched, his eyes welling up against his will.
He's probably loud enough for the whole temple to hear. Maybe even wake up the late risers.]
What the fuck is wrong with you?
[Cassie's youth is the only reason he doesn't take a straight up swing at her.]
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It's not a good look, nor is the way the intensity of his anger seems to launch upwards, his whole body shaking, fists clenched, his eyes welling up against his will.
He's probably loud enough for the whole temple to hear. Maybe even wake up the late risers.]
What the fuck is wrong with you?
[Cassie's youth is the only reason he doesn't take a straight up swing at her.]