He wants to growl. To bite the other man's throat out.
Make it up to him...? At first Ace just blinked a little in confusion, oh, did he think that thing before was flirting, because dude was so not Ace's type --
But the rest of it just set Ace off like a firework. If he'd been wound up before, angry before, it was nothing compared to the white hot rage that flooded him. Murder him? Too good for this. He was going to kill him slowly and the most painfully way Ace knew how!!
"THAT'S FOR MY BROTHER!" he roared, and despite the immense pain to his digits and arm, he twisted it to elbow the man's throat instead. No more talking. No more air.
It was foreign. There was a rushing in his ears, wind? Blood? He didn't know. Or care.
He'd never tell someone easily why his tattoo was the way it was. Much less tell someone in anger.
But he had. Something about this guy mocking it pissed him off extra. "I'll kill you!"
He half hoped someone did pull him off at that point, because he was half about to carry through on it. The desire to strangle wasn't even a tenth of it anymore. He wanted to tear him apart with his bare hands.
Against a normal person, riling them up past the point of sanity was usually a pretty good tactic. But making a man who wasn't sure how much he was supposed to be alive angry to the point of no longer caring about such a thing was a recipe for a murderous explosion.
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Make it up to him...? At first Ace just blinked a little in confusion, oh, did he think that thing before was flirting, because dude was so not Ace's type --
But the rest of it just set Ace off like a firework. If he'd been wound up before, angry before, it was nothing compared to the white hot rage that flooded him. Murder him? Too good for this. He was going to kill him slowly and the most painfully way Ace knew how!!
"THAT'S FOR MY BROTHER!" he roared, and despite the immense pain to his digits and arm, he twisted it to elbow the man's throat instead. No more talking. No more air.
It was foreign. There was a rushing in his ears, wind? Blood? He didn't know. Or care.
He'd never tell someone easily why his tattoo was the way it was. Much less tell someone in anger.
But he had. Something about this guy mocking it pissed him off extra. "I'll kill you!"
He half hoped someone did pull him off at that point, because he was half about to carry through on it. The desire to strangle wasn't even a tenth of it anymore. He wanted to tear him apart with his bare hands.
Against a normal person, riling them up past the point of sanity was usually a pretty good tactic. But making a man who wasn't sure how much he was supposed to be alive angry to the point of no longer caring about such a thing was a recipe for a murderous explosion.