[Sorry, Ardyn, the parts of his brain that aren't designed for swearing will catch up in a minute. In the meantime, have a punch in the gut -
Unlike the grip Asch's other hand maintains around Ardyn's wrist, the punch is surprisingly gentle. He does understand. He's just, you know, still mad.]
And I know you didn't... choose this, it's not your fault what he looks like or what he did, but still. Go to hell.
[And now he's going to yank on that wrist in order to pull Ardyn's torso down to a reasonable level for burying his face in. Worst. Day. Ever. Of all time.]
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[Sorry, Ardyn, the parts of his brain that aren't designed for swearing will catch up in a minute. In the meantime, have a punch in the gut -
Unlike the grip Asch's other hand maintains around Ardyn's wrist, the punch is surprisingly gentle. He does understand. He's just, you know, still mad.]
And I know you didn't... choose this, it's not your fault what he looks like or what he did, but still. Go to hell.
[And now he's going to yank on that wrist in order to pull Ardyn's torso down to a reasonable level for burying his face in. Worst. Day. Ever. Of all time.]