Poking the Tiger

scattered-scientist:

[ * He’s perfectly aware Flaps can’t understand a word. So why..? ]

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[ * Yikes. When did that happen? ….Anyway, even though that bone got batted away, there’s another one just like it in his hands, continuing to jab. This time, he’s aiming for one specific spot on the side of Flaps’ face. ]

[ * He makes a sound similar to hissing, except it’s mostly harsh radio static and audio glitches. ]

📝 [Wha tha’ fuck……]

📝 [He Stands, Finally, looming far over Pathos, his lips curling back in a proper snarl. Hey, Bud, Can You Maybe Back Off??? He’s definitely not happy, his tail lashing against the ground – but still no move to actually outright attack.]

📝 [He lets out a big hiss himself, though. An Angee Boi…. But probably not angee enough, for Pathos’ liking. Right?]