03-20-2014, 07:52 AM
It seemed the two of them were having the same conversation. Tony knew how to play. That was something, at least.
Name calling pulled Jaxen's brows up. Technically, Jaxen was one of only two of his siblings who weren't bastards. But he'd been called worse. Though coming from a self-righteous punk like Tony was something of a surprise.
Especially with what came after.
The playfulness in Jaxen's expression slid away. As did the relaxed, slouched posture he'd taken up. He straightened, and leaned forward, hands on his knees, and not at all unwilling to match Tony eye for eye.
"You little piece of shit. What do you think I am? A fucking retard? I'm not desperate enough to screw over my own family. Get out of my house."
Fuck Tony. He wasn't the only pawn on the board.
Name calling pulled Jaxen's brows up. Technically, Jaxen was one of only two of his siblings who weren't bastards. But he'd been called worse. Though coming from a self-righteous punk like Tony was something of a surprise.
Especially with what came after.
The playfulness in Jaxen's expression slid away. As did the relaxed, slouched posture he'd taken up. He straightened, and leaned forward, hands on his knees, and not at all unwilling to match Tony eye for eye.
"You little piece of shit. What do you think I am? A fucking retard? I'm not desperate enough to screw over my own family. Get out of my house."
Fuck Tony. He wasn't the only pawn on the board.