Another wave of rage washed over. If she called him that one. More. TIME. He was sure to lose control.Â
"I swear! What is /wrong/ with all of you?!"Â
He sent another punch flying, a desperate attempt to knock some sense into the woman.
"Stop callin' me POCKCHOP! IT'S NOT MY NAME! IF I KNEW THE BLOODY THING, MAYBE YOU'D HAVE GOTTEN IT". He was losing control. If this kept up, he might actually cause an explosion. Aether was leaking out at a much larger rate than he'd seen before. Some of the nearby floor had started to crystallize.
"I swear! What is /wrong/ with all of you?!"Â
He sent another punch flying, a desperate attempt to knock some sense into the woman.
"Stop callin' me POCKCHOP! IT'S NOT MY NAME! IF I KNEW THE BLOODY THING, MAYBE YOU'D HAVE GOTTEN IT". He was losing control. If this kept up, he might actually cause an explosion. Aether was leaking out at a much larger rate than he'd seen before. Some of the nearby floor had started to crystallize.