Well, fuck. Vasi thought he was doing something nice for the little turd, but the initial response was a growl and the meanest mug of the century sent straight up from hell to Vasili's bandaged face. Nostrils flaring with amusement, the titan quirked a brow and opened his mouth to say something, but nobody would ever know what the original message was. What came out was a whiny snarl of his own, followed by a sharp snarl of you little fucking gremlin! It wasn't even comparable to any other teeth he'd ever endured in his short life, but the sneak attack pinched nonetheless. He yanked the limb back and the little fucker had the audacity to plop back into a sit right back into the pouring rain, look back up, and screech out the strangest sentence(?) Vasi had ever heard.

What are you so shitty about, Vasi yelled crossly, reclining back onto his own haunches, I'm not making it rain! Tried to bloody help, y'fuck.

Ringed eyes glared back down at the boy. No, he was not above arguing with a child who didn't understand him. No, he didn't wonder where his children were learning such foul words.

Maybe its raining because you're shitty, ever think of that? It was fine a minute ago.

He'd been watching the storm roll in. But Khyan didn't know that, and he probably understood like two of the words Vasi said anyway.