「 Skill Point ― n/a 」

Her words, this imaginary game. It left Asgeir staring at the girl with complete bewilderment. His lip was curlled and his brows furrowed, a look of pure disgust on his face that it would turn any milk sour just from a single glance.

While he wanted to batter the shit out of her, he paused for the first time in his life. The first to strike. That made his teeth grit. Who the hell did she thing she was for speaking to him like this? She deserved a whooping, and yet he didn't move. Instead, venom filled his mouth.

And I bet you'd run crying to daddy dearest if I did. he spat, this sibling of his was so - SO STUPID. Fucking brat. She was getting under his skin and he hated it.