[ It feels wholly satisfying, feeling his hand collide with solid flesh. Not to say the other one wasn't solid, but he knew that one was fake- this one, however, is likely far more real. Thus, the gratification settles better despite the light stinging of his hand, both from the blow and the aggravated burns. Get fucked.
He gives his hand a little wave before he promptly tugs the glove on tighter again, making an indignant snort at Mishka's question. Perhaps some people would say those unaware don't deserve the retribution, but Adelis is certainly not one of those people. ]
The gall is certainly one thing. [ It's not that he utterly despises it, per-say, but he has his reasons for the burning embers of irritation that flare to life in his mentor's presence. Well-deserved reasons. ] But whether you're aware of it or not, your appearance elsewhere has given me far more bloody grief than you're worth!
[ Luckily, the slap hadn't been particularly cold, if only due to the iciness of his skin being covered in leather. Even the sweltering heat cannot stop the lack of warmth that settles in his bones. And while Mishka himself, in all his flesh and blood glory, may not be personally responsible, it's his likeness and damned insect minions that caused this all the same. ]
I suppose there's little I can do about it now, besides find myself enjoying your obvious suffering. [ Not that he's doing too well himself, but he's doing /better/. He's got, like, a month of sun-related knowledge to get the one-up on him. ] Were you intending to hide in that tree all day 'till you finally expired and exploded into a mess of rot?
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He gives his hand a little wave before he promptly tugs the glove on tighter again, making an indignant snort at Mishka's question. Perhaps some people would say those unaware don't deserve the retribution, but Adelis is certainly not one of those people. ]
The gall is certainly one thing. [ It's not that he utterly despises it, per-say, but he has his reasons for the burning embers of irritation that flare to life in his mentor's presence. Well-deserved reasons. ] But whether you're aware of it or not, your appearance elsewhere has given me far more bloody grief than you're worth!
[ Luckily, the slap hadn't been particularly cold, if only due to the iciness of his skin being covered in leather. Even the sweltering heat cannot stop the lack of warmth that settles in his bones. And while Mishka himself, in all his flesh and blood glory, may not be personally responsible, it's his likeness and damned insect minions that caused this all the same. ]
I suppose there's little I can do about it now, besides find myself enjoying your obvious suffering. [ Not that he's doing too well himself, but he's doing /better/. He's got, like, a month of sun-related knowledge to get the one-up on him. ] Were you intending to hide in that tree all day 'till you finally expired and exploded into a mess of rot?