[ it takes a lot, these days, for fig to get well and truly mad. it came a lot easier, before, when he'd had the energy, the outlet, the security in knowing he could be mad and be safe. nowadays he takes care not to fall too deeply into such a destructive feeling, especially when it only ever winds up impotent as best.
but, oh, is he seething right now. ]
How dare you.
[ fig's own human form isn't all that large, or all that imposing. and yet he sits there practically vibrating in his seat, like a cup dangerously close to overflowing in his anger. ]
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but, oh, is he seething right now. ]
How dare you.
[ fig's own human form isn't all that large, or all that imposing. and yet he sits there practically vibrating in his seat, like a cup dangerously close to overflowing in his anger. ]
Are you mocking me?