"What," Killian's eyes darkened a bit, "was that for?"
"What do you think?" Brandon snapped. "What's with your behaviour? What is going on with you?"
Killian abandoned him for a knife before leaning back into the chair he was sitting on. "nothing. Go back to eating your food."
"Finally, at least one word syllable turned into a few more from you." Brandon threw his hands up in the air. "Otherwise, all I was getting was one word sentences as answers like a neanderthal."
I have done absolutely nothing for that behaviour to be pointed at me, and I will not tolerate it. And to support that, if he could breathe fire into Killian's direction, he would.
"Nea-" Killian closed his eyes as he stopped talking. "can't you just shut up and eat?"
Brandon's eyes widened in rage. "What did you just say to me? Shut up?!"
"Are your ears not working anymore?" Killian snapped back. "Eat, Wallace, eat the goddamn breakfast."
