"Y'can demonstrate your respect for me by gettin' outta my space and maybe steppin' on one a' my mines!" Hostility begins to swell again, his posture bristling, heavy boot and peg pressed against the ground as though he may jump to his feet at any second, prepared to defend his space. His gaze is piercing, a laser pointed directly at Zenyatta as though it were trying to burn its way directly through his outer shell.
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Date: 2016-12-03 09:54 pm (UTC)