ICE KEEP DROPPING - open; scars

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. HEAD OFFICER.

"You should watch where you're throwing shit." Caesar repeated his first statement in a growl, his gaze snapping to Technopaw as the catsune spoke. "Why should I have to watch where I'm putting my damn paws?" The waves of heat coming from the sage trainee didn't bother the demon, since he had fire elementals himself and was quite honestly fighting the urge to throw a fireball at the two of them. Hurting a feral was one thing in his mind, hurting a Crewmate - although it was something he was absolutely for - was another story. To Caesar, Masie wasn't a Crewmate. She was a pest living in their territory, just like Owen's pack.

"Don't tell me what to do, pipsqueak." Caesar went on, his voice in a snarl as he spoke. "In case you didn't know, I'm your superior. Mind you manners." Honestly, he should probably take his own advise. But then again, in his own mind, nobody was above him. Not even Pincher.

#psychosocial.