“What kind of language is that? You know, there’s slang, and then there’s just nonsense, and you are wobbling on that line.”
“Probs salty ‘cause you just don’t understand. Leave now.” He made a shooing motion with one hand while turning over his phone with the other and continuing to scroll.
They laughed in reply, “Already done that, you should try it. I promise it won’t kill you.” But Quillian didn’t even acknowledge that they spoke, he just kept scrolling his phone. Barely paying attention to the shots of himself as his mind imagined ways in which he could torture and kill the person before him. The person, now known as Aesthi, stuck out their hand toward him. “My name’s Aesthi. How about you?”
He didn’t look up from his phone, nor did he have any intention of shake their hand. “Name’s Quillian, remember it,” his greeted them, his tone had turned threatening. “'Cause if you ever come across me alone, without witnesses, I hold no promises that you’ll be able to recount your tales to anyone else.” He sneered.
@Acorn06 - Aesthi - Yes (wink)