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He could see rather clearly across the others face the truth of his words, it was written as clear as ink on a page and it does nothing to curb the humor dancing across his face. He was slowly learning the other the more they had interactions and whilst Marrick normally felt nothing but anger and distrust during them that didn’t mean he wasn’t learning all he could about the other. It was just who Marrick was – looking for weaknesses or ways to get under the other’s skin.

❝ Oh come on now RICHARDSON, how long have you been wanting to kill me now ??. ❞ He knew he’d just crossed a line but that was another thing the two did – pissed each other off in the worst ways. And one of Marrick’s was calling Ky’lar by his last name. Fingers dancing across the bars of the cell as he chuckles.

_{part of him wanted to RIP his way through the bars just to TEAR the other apart. it WOULDN’T happen, not this time around, but that didn’t mean he would ATTEMPT to do so if he was pushed far enough.} 

_{no, ky’lar was BIDING his time, and saving his energy for the one who LOCKED HIM IN THERE TO START WITH. his fight with the HELLHOUND could wait until that much was FINISHED.} 

_{of course, his TENDENCY to entice VIOLENCE wherever it was; the ITCH HE COULD NEVER SCRATCH was becoming far more prevalent for the moment. a reason to why a low snarl escaped his lips; just enough to SHOW that he wasn’t going to take the other’s ATTITUDE for the moment.}

_{“fuck you!” he wasn’t going to ANSWER the question, to do so would have been MEANINGLESS, but it was QUITE clear that the answer was ‘ the moment they met’.}