Orbital Training [Vieri]
Posted May 10, 2018 16:42:58 GMT -7
Post by Vieri di Adatto Isabello on May 10, 2018 16:42:58 GMT -7
“It wasn’t a ‘tantrum’, I’m just telling you the truth!”
The yell was accompanied by a couple more sparks between his shoulders and neck. Seriously, if him trying to get the both back on the actual topic was a tantrum, he didn’t know what to say to this lady. He opted not to repeat what he’d just said. She’d heard him, and he didn’t want to play whatever dumb game she was playing to prove whatever dumb point she was trying to make. At this point, he was wondering if he could just tune her out, get up, let her talk about friendship and being nice for twenty minutes while he went and took care of what he came to do. Then he could come back and they could get on with it.
Probably not, by the sounds of her going on again about how he was being rude or something. Condescending, he guessed it was, because stealing one of his words was definitely going to make him care more.
He was about to say yet again how he didn’t give a damn about her feelings and he did indeed see a problem he could fix, so here he was, did she want his help or not? It was tiring and he was getting impatient, so he’d have his response all thought up and ready as soon as she was done with items one through six or whatever she wanted to say.
But then she stopped talking. Because, apparently, he couldn’t handle it.
Vieri’s face both fell and crinkled. Though his voice started out that same gruff quiet, each word was an extra notch up until he was yelling loud enough people in the hall would be able to hear him perfectly clearly.
“The hell you trying to say about me, huh? You think I’m dumb or can’t handle all these ‘new ideas’ you’re throwing at me?!” He got slowly to his feet, shoulders tensed up and head forward. One of his arms was raised to a right angle, with his hand open but fingers tightly splayed. The electricity jumping between them was thick and growing. “Just go ahead and spit it out!”
The yell was accompanied by a couple more sparks between his shoulders and neck. Seriously, if him trying to get the both back on the actual topic was a tantrum, he didn’t know what to say to this lady. He opted not to repeat what he’d just said. She’d heard him, and he didn’t want to play whatever dumb game she was playing to prove whatever dumb point she was trying to make. At this point, he was wondering if he could just tune her out, get up, let her talk about friendship and being nice for twenty minutes while he went and took care of what he came to do. Then he could come back and they could get on with it.
Probably not, by the sounds of her going on again about how he was being rude or something. Condescending, he guessed it was, because stealing one of his words was definitely going to make him care more.
He was about to say yet again how he didn’t give a damn about her feelings and he did indeed see a problem he could fix, so here he was, did she want his help or not? It was tiring and he was getting impatient, so he’d have his response all thought up and ready as soon as she was done with items one through six or whatever she wanted to say.
But then she stopped talking. Because, apparently, he couldn’t handle it.
Vieri’s face both fell and crinkled. Though his voice started out that same gruff quiet, each word was an extra notch up until he was yelling loud enough people in the hall would be able to hear him perfectly clearly.
“The hell you trying to say about me, huh? You think I’m dumb or can’t handle all these ‘new ideas’ you’re throwing at me?!” He got slowly to his feet, shoulders tensed up and head forward. One of his arms was raised to a right angle, with his hand open but fingers tightly splayed. The electricity jumping between them was thick and growing. “Just go ahead and spit it out!”