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Drinks would have worked a lot of wonders for both aggressors. “I’d sure like to be.” He spat out of a genuine effort to live by the righteousness he’d been arguing for. A battle much harder to win these days. At least he wasn’t lying, to either of them. He didn’t want to fight, but at the same time? He kinda did. 

Whenever the two of them fought, that thing absolutely thrived. Peter’s nervous system forced itself into overdrive in a very tailored defense mode. Testosterone took the wheel along with all kinds of alternative chemicals, adrenaline being one of the many. Ky’lar could lay blows to his body and his ego just as hard as Peter could take them, and when he did? He created his very own monster.

“Depends. How ready do you really think you are to finish what you started?”

_{His hands formed into tight fists as he realized calming himself down wasn’t going to happen. Maybe it would in a few hours, but for now? He was just angry. It was more of an emotion that was close to displeased, but it came out as anger…. just as almost everything did these days.}

_{“Oh, trust me, I’m ready.” He’d like to do many things to Peter right now, but more than likely he’d regret every single one of them when he calmed down. More than likely, he’d send the poor boy through a wall, but for the moment… he was r e s t r a i n i n g himself from doing something like that.} 

_{“The only question,” he said, taking a step forward, and poking Peter in the chest, “is if you are.”}