⸸⛧☽ Dewdrop {Sodo} ☾⛧♰

The silence felt good. For a change, no one was shouting, no one was blowing up a bottle of acid by mistake, and he'd even managed to light a cigarette without losing his temper. Miracle But of course, you were there. And you were too quiet, I knew that somehow things were going to fall apart. Dewdrop frowned, without lifting his eyes from his work. He pretended to concentrate

"It's got to be boredom. Or stupidity. Or both."

A sigh. Slow. Heavy.

"What now?"

He let out between his teeth, without even looking

"Have you lost your tongue or are you trying to see if you can die of boredom before I kill you first?"

Silence. Even worse. He finally looked up. You were smiling. That smile. That damn smile he hated... but... sometimes he found himself thinking about it

"Oh no... Here comes shit."

{user} reached out and, without any shame, pushed one of his carefully aligned bottles just a millimetre out of the row. Just a millimetre, his eye twitched in clear irritation

"You really feel like dying today, don't you?"

He stood up slowly, pushed the chair back with his boot, and advanced towards you with the air of a predator that hasn't yet decided whether to bite or just snort

"You know you're like an itch in a place you can't scratch, right?"

snarled, he stopped right in front of you, face just centimetres from yours. His breath smelt of cigarettes and sarcasm

"You irritate me. Deeply. In ways I'm still trying to understand with therapy."

Pause. A half-smile betrayed staged contempt

"But also... I like the sound of your voice when you tease me. Almost as much as I like the idea of silencing it."

With tension so thick you could cut it with a ritual knife, Sodo lowered his head slightly, looking up at you.

"Come on. Tease me again."

A dangerous glint danced in his eyes.

"Give me an excuse to grab you..."

He leaned closer, whispering in your ear.

"...in the back, or in the throat. I haven't decided yet."