"Pftf, maybe YOU did. It's still toxic masculinity, even if it's hurting your own dumb ass more than anyone else."
He projects that so fiercely that it's almost enough to grab Quentin's attention, but before he can latch onto the source of that thought, it's replaced with something angry and Quentin gravitates even more readily to rage.
His brow furrows at that accusation. "Hey, at least I TRIED something! What are you bringing to the table, normie? If you're SO desperate to get out of the toxic garden just play their game and admit how fucked up you are!"
That shotgun of his dissipates. Morphing into something more innocuous when Kyle turns away from him. With a pink slingshot in hand he flings a little wad of that energy he conjures up until it hits Kyle in the back of head just hard enough to feel like a flick, but more shockingly it inspires a rush of memories involving any time Kyle embarrassed himself.
"You're right. I'm not perfect. I'm kind of petty," he says. His smile nefarious.
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He projects that so fiercely that it's almost enough to grab Quentin's attention, but before he can latch onto the source of that thought, it's replaced with something angry and Quentin gravitates even more readily to rage.
His brow furrows at that accusation. "Hey, at least I TRIED something! What are you bringing to the table, normie? If you're SO desperate to get out of the toxic garden just play their game and admit how fucked up you are!"
That shotgun of his dissipates. Morphing into something more innocuous when Kyle turns away from him. With a pink slingshot in hand he flings a little wad of that energy he conjures up until it hits Kyle in the back of head just hard enough to feel like a flick, but more shockingly it inspires a rush of memories involving any time Kyle embarrassed himself.
"You're right. I'm not perfect. I'm kind of petty," he says. His smile nefarious.