Only a kid would look that upset over being called a kid.
[He states it so simply, so matter-of-factly. He's not amused. To Midna, his voice carries the same lack of emotion and irritation that he defaults to using with strangers. Always aloof, it had taken months for him to start using a different voice with Midna, one that was warmer.
This Dylas, still the same Dylas from Ryslig but without memories of a world where he was hailed as a hero, only eyes Midna with the same amount of adoration he'd give to a fly buzzing around his scaly, pointed ears.]
What? Me? You're the one who needs to knock it off! Why the hell are you bothering me?!
[At the last question, his anger gets the best of him and serpentine fangs shoot out from his gums, monster instinct mixing with his frustration.]
no subject
[He states it so simply, so matter-of-factly. He's not amused. To Midna, his voice carries the same lack of emotion and irritation that he defaults to using with strangers. Always aloof, it had taken months for him to start using a different voice with Midna, one that was warmer.
This Dylas, still the same Dylas from Ryslig but without memories of a world where he was hailed as a hero, only eyes Midna with the same amount of adoration he'd give to a fly buzzing around his scaly, pointed ears.]
What? Me? You're the one who needs to knock it off! Why the hell are you bothering me?!
[At the last question, his anger gets the best of him and serpentine fangs shoot out from his gums, monster instinct mixing with his frustration.]