'Just how attached can a person be to their family's dignity, that they'd go out of their own way to die like a bloody chicken?!'
It was a valid question. His feet burned into the grass below as he thronged forward in a fog of own anger.
In that moment, as he crept through the open grassland towards the human-animal situation ahead of him, some part of Nexus wondered why he was so worked up. He already knew this was how Monica operated. This wasn't entirely inconcievable. So, why, the, fuck, was, he MAD?!
In a flash, it dawned on him- like lightning slicing through the warm heart of a recently deceased corpse.
Two things; either Nexus was absolutely getting infatuated with this haughty redhead. OR, it was his own ego- reacting dramatically.
Yes. It was the latter. Maybe the two- but definitely the latter! Nexus was annoyed.
