Azier was furious underneath all the anguish he was in thanks to the wounds that Tyran had continued to press upon him. For the past two nights, the dumb fuck had tried to kill him in various ways - and for two nights now, he lived through it. Not like that was a feat, being that he'd survive anything that weirdo did to him.
What really peeved him more than that, was the fact that the psycho continued to apologize to him as though something had forced him to make his own decisions - but really the human just had the hots for his Yrsula. Somehow, he doubted even she would be pleased by this behavior, despite the fact they were in the middle of a spat.
Or at least, he hoped so...
It was a pretty good sign that he heard the two of them having a little spat next door. Maybe when she stopped looking at Tyran with googly eyes, she'd be able to see the freak underneath the handsome face.
Yells. Muffled Yells.
Stomp stomp stomp.
Slam.
