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Oni couldn't exactly say that he was woken up with a cup of joe and a kiss on the forehead, or had woken up next to his boyfriend after a long night of slow dancing. He was actually rather pissed when he felt cold metal against his puffy red claw marks on his back, a snarl ripping through his throat. A warning, to back the fuck up or else he would fight back. "Haah? You wanna fucking go, fuckface? I'll show you what it's like to have a bitchfit over losing to a kid." Oni snapped towards the bigger male, fangs bared and a single blue eye narrowed into dangerous slits. His vampiric fangs slipped out, exposing themselves as he let out a loud hiss towards him, the little ball of fire and anger squirming around as much as he could. "Bring it on, bitch! I'll kick your ass!"
//ic opinions he has anger issues
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ONISION MIKAELSON-FOLIE tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify; color: silver;"]Charlotte had never actually seen a capture before, herself being so young she couldn't actually go out and capture someone if she wanted to. Not unless it was a really small thing like a vole or even some type of bug, but that was besides the point because even then she didn't know where she would want to put it, and voles were too delicious to not just eat, and no one had a vole in their clan that could talk and not be food. It was a long string of things that made it so that she couldn't go out and capture, but that was okay, she knew what capturing was, she knew what torturing was, her mother had taught her all of that before she had died, and Charlotte was ready to get out there and do it herself, so when she saw Quill come in with someone who seemed to be kinda beat up, and seemed to be not from here - he smelled different, and he smelled bad - the kitten would come over excitedly, listening to the words that Oni spoke before shaking her head.
"You speak bad words." She would simply comment, a small shrug on her shoulders before an exaggerated sigh left the three month old. "But I've heard worse." It was true, her mother and her father used to fight a lot, and they'd use the bad words, and then after her mother died her father said the bad words to Charlotte to make sure he had someone to say them to. He was gone now though too. Ran away when an NPC had gotten enough of his words, enough of thinking that Charlotte was going to be harmed by him. But he would have never hurt her, just yell. And by then she was used to it, and didn't really care anyway. "And he's big, and you're bigger than me, but he's a lot bigger. I think your ass has already been kicked, or else you wouldn't be here." That's what she seemed to see from the situation anyway.