stelliger.

swordhanded​.

With gentle hands and a concerned expression, she pushes a child away from the stranger, taking that a BALL have hit him – perhaps quite hard for the look on his face was terrifying. A sigh escapes her lips and now she faces him, expecting him snap right before her eyes. ‘ — Are you okay there? ’

           his anger stems not from the fact that he’s been injured by the imp-
           act ( he had been hit with far worse than a rubber ball, to be sure; &
           he’d barely felt it, besides ), but rather, by the fact that he’s been im-
           peded, having been on his way to somewhere of importance. his ca-
           nines peek out from beneath his lip as he sneers, all venom and ill-
           wishes ——– first at the child, then at the girl that forces him away.
           the caretaker, or so squalo would assume. he scoffs at her question.

         ❛———- i would be if you weren’t such a shitty babysitter!❜