08-08-2018, 10:45 PM
Ohh, if he had hairs able to bristle they certainly would be at this moment. Anima reacting to him in a fearful way would be fine, he could handle that. Anima overreacting to him in a way that brought a crowd over would be even better, something he could think about when he was having a bad day to cheer himself up a bit. But Anima made the very grave mistake of directing her reaction towards his medical skills, a choice that drew nothing but contempt from the arachnid, contempt that would make him likely to ensure her wish came true. His eyes turned red, fading from the white which seemed to be natural, darkening into a bloody color that would likely indicate hatred in any sense, but even with such a color in his eyes his voice as he spoked seemed calm and level. "Do not require apology from idiot subject," he said, the insult stated so matter-of-factly that you could tell he meant it, "will make sure subject remains injured, as requested." It wasn't a threat, and he didn't try to make it come off as a threat, but just a guarantee, one that made it clear he was upset enough by her reaction to warrant a promise to himself. With any luck his currently vehement hatred would fade in time for him to be able to come to an agreement with her or something, but for now, his mind was set on ignoring her when she needed help.
It was a cold thing to think, but how else would he feel fulfilled as a person than imagining a scenario where he could through someone's words back in their face? Luckily he had an ally here, someone who wasn't going to step on him accidentally and end up killing the small spider, someone not shaken down to their core by a hairy eight legged being just existing. He thought he had gotten over such reactions to people vomiting out words in panic, but apparently medicine was a soft spot for him, one he would have to work on. "Subject Aya's assistance unnecessary -
can manage arachnophobes on own," he grumbled to her in the same tone, though noteably without the subtext of withheld medical care, flitting half his optics over to watch her with eyes that had only faded in color slightly.
It had been a while since something got to him, and what an interesting feeling it was. Certainly wasn't a good one, in any case.
It was a cold thing to think, but how else would he feel fulfilled as a person than imagining a scenario where he could through someone's words back in their face? Luckily he had an ally here, someone who wasn't going to step on him accidentally and end up killing the small spider, someone not shaken down to their core by a hairy eight legged being just existing. He thought he had gotten over such reactions to people vomiting out words in panic, but apparently medicine was a soft spot for him, one he would have to work on. "Subject Aya's assistance unnecessary -
can manage arachnophobes on own," he grumbled to her in the same tone, though noteably without the subtext of withheld medical care, flitting half his optics over to watch her with eyes that had only faded in color slightly.
It had been a while since something got to him, and what an interesting feeling it was. Certainly wasn't a good one, in any case.
tags - "speech"