[He has to wrench himself away from the pot again before he stirs everything into a pulp instead of a soup. Good lord, his feelings are firing on all cylinders right now. Bad. 0/10. He doesn't normally nervous-cook or fidget like that, but it's a lot better than the alternative (screaming, thrashing, throwing knives). It's something to keep his unchecked rage actually in check. Exploding on someone is not something he wants to do, because that just lends credence to his whole point about how he's dangerous to be around.
With a sigh, he turns to look up at Adrian, quickly looking away a half-beat later when he thinks his expression must look pathetic or something of the sort.]
It's hard not to feel like that when you burst in here yelling up a goddamn storm.
[Just being honest!]
If I fucking... freaked you out or whatever, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to put you on the spot, either. You weren't even supposed to fucking find out about it.
[It's not a great disguise when his username is literally "b99", you know, his subject designation because he couldn't think of anything better — but yeah. Seems a little odd for Adrian to be scrolling back through a month of network posts like that when there are a bajillion of them, but Rosso's not in the mindset to question it at this point. Maybe he was just looking for an old post of his or something and stumbled on that by happenstance. That's believable.]
But I don't get what the hell you want me to do, still. Do you want me to take one of those dumb suggestions? Do you want fucking nachos or a sea monster head or me to start wearing sunglasses everywhere? I need to know what you're actually mad about, here.
[You know. So they can get on the same page. Because it seems odd to Rosso that Adrian comes in here yelling, asking for a "point" and then reminding Rosso that he didn't take any of the advice, only to backtrack when Rosso gets defensive about the entire situation. There's a puzzle piece missing somewhere.]
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With a sigh, he turns to look up at Adrian, quickly looking away a half-beat later when he thinks his expression must look pathetic or something of the sort.]
It's hard not to feel like that when you burst in here yelling up a goddamn storm.
[Just being honest!]
If I fucking... freaked you out or whatever, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to put you on the spot, either. You weren't even supposed to fucking find out about it.
[It's not a great disguise when his username is literally "b99", you know, his subject designation because he couldn't think of anything better — but yeah. Seems a little odd for Adrian to be scrolling back through a month of network posts like that when there are a bajillion of them, but Rosso's not in the mindset to question it at this point. Maybe he was just looking for an old post of his or something and stumbled on that by happenstance. That's believable.]
But I don't get what the hell you want me to do, still. Do you want me to take one of those dumb suggestions? Do you want fucking nachos or a sea monster head or me to start wearing sunglasses everywhere? I need to know what you're actually mad about, here.
[You know. So they can get on the same page. Because it seems odd to Rosso that Adrian comes in here yelling, asking for a "point" and then reminding Rosso that he didn't take any of the advice, only to backtrack when Rosso gets defensive about the entire situation. There's a puzzle piece missing somewhere.]