【 ❆ 𝔻𝕆ℝ𝕂ℕ𝔼𝔼𝕃 。】ᵈᵒʳᵃᵍᵘᶰᶤʳˣ

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His reflex reaction for the chair had been slower than he wanted to admit- dodging quick enough to avoid some of the legs in his face, but not enough to protect his own shoulder. Hissing as the wooden furniture clipped against his shoulder, he turned his burning gaze back wards Gray and growled. 

       “If it’s almost then I didn’t fire m’self up enough- gimme a second ya’ ice prick.” If he was honest, he couldn’t even remember what they were fighting about anymore. Not that it mattered.

When had he EVER turned down a chance to beat the crap out of of the asshole who always knew JUST how to get under his skin ever since they were kids? The answer was as reflexive as his sudden as his approach towards the other was. He could have thrown the chair right back. Maybe even a table. 

- but that wasn’t up close and personal. Hardly satisfying at all. No, he needed his fist to crack against the others jaw if he was to gain any sort of s a t i s f a c t i o n. 

       “Let’s see ya’ actually manage THAT without hiding behind a chair, jerk! Let’s do this!”

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ A PATENTED STARE of disdain graced down at the dragon of fire, ANIMOSITY seeping from his very core. Oh, hell no. The ice make mage wasn’t really up for reconciliations or humbling his rival by sparing him a second. No, Gray was a FIGHTER and he will continue to defend his stand until he is deprived of such, more or so because he was taunted. Clenching his fists, the writhing power of I C E enclosed his musculature, an icy aura shrouded his physique. 

   It took an idiot to kill an idiot.

    ❝ Bring it on then, ash for brains!! ❞ he sneered back, readying his stance for an incoming attack– unobtrusive GARMENTS indistinctly flowed with the courses of wind. Though Gray would never divulge it, a small ( he’s talking extremely tiny, as in tinier than natsu’s ———— ) part of him was appeased by their familiar share of raillery.

   ❝ I’m sorry, buddy, I can’t hear you over
      me kicking YOUR ass last time           ❞