Heavy Is The Head ~P, NK, IO~

It had all happened without a hitch, and the arm of Xyxer had firmly tucked Altar's into his own side to prevent anything further happening from the punch he had attempted. Something seemed off about this male he was attempting to call a member of his ANBU Operatives. He had.. no reflexes. An absence of skill, and there seemed to be an absent look in his eye. In other words.. Xyxer was beginning to consider the possibility that Altar may have learning difficulties. It was a foreign genetic defect to have in Kirigakure No Sato, but this boy was not from Kirigakure, he was from Tengakure, and boy, Xyxer had met his fair share of special ed students there, although it wasn't like he was in the special ed class or anything (I s-swear) this boy, was something special. The left hand of Xyxer, while still semi-open, simply moved into the chest of Altar to press him back while he removed his own arm from his tricep, allowing him the freedom of movement once he was pushed backwards.

This wasn't working for him. There was no challenge in playing with this morsel. He wasn't like his friend, he was no Haru Hyuuga.. He didn't get much excitement from their engagements of combat. Perhaps this would change in time and Altar would actually apply himself to combat instead of allowing his lover and best friend to wallow in the grave with their only friend being, in essence, rather pitiful when compared to themselves. Only time would tell. Taking a few steps back from the person of Altar, he'd spin around on his feet and simply walk off from the area since there was not much that could be done for the boy. "I expect a better performance next time, you're too comfortable at the rank you've received and it shows." and with those words, Xyxer would leave the vicinity.

[Exit]

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8000/8000 Biosentient

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The boy was pushed from Xyxer, his arms limp at his sides as the tyrant swiveled and walked away. His jaw slightly slack, his fists would ball, his eyes darkening at the demon with his back to him. Soon would come a day... Perhaps sooner than either of them realized.

"We will see who's comfort becomes their downfall, tyrant."

With that thought vivid in his mind, the boy would make his own way home, his mind filled with the mistakes he had made, each scenario playing out corrected in his head.

~Exit, TWC: 1059~
~All words towards Void, at 7079/8000~
~Claiming 10 AP~

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