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Proton’s eyes widened in momentary surprise at the comment- ooh, wasn’t expecting that much of a reaction, how fun- then a slow grin spread across his face. “So cold, brat. And what if I don’t?”

Because he didn’t think he would. Proton figured his fucks would not be off, so long as it pissed off the uppity little redhead.

“Ooh, true. Good job!” He let go of Silver’s hair in favour of giving the kid a brief round of applause for his absolutely stunning capability of using his brain. Proton didn’t think it was possible, but look at that. Surprises every day. “It’s not like I have anything better to do. Pissing you off is the national pastime, obviously, soooo I think I’ll keep at it until I’m bored.”

His flashed Silver another shit-eating grin.

“How’s that sound?” (Not as if any opinion was actually being asked, both partied knew perfectly well that Proton does as he wishes and very few things can dissuade him, Silver not being among these things).

Brat– He called him a BRAT, of all things in this world he could’ve called him! Though he was indeed a child compared to the executive before him (his father more specifically  he couldn’t help but feel his blood boil at the word. He was seventeen and his mentality was far from being that of a child, that was for damn certain. Silver was the most grown up out of the two of them right now, that was assured, especially with that sly and disgusting grin that dared to make its way onto Proton’s face, showing he was clearly amused by the answer he had been given. How irritating, for him to be amused by the heir’s vexation… Such things made the teen relish the day where he became leader and he could very well toss this terrible man out onto the streets and laugh at how far he’d fall from being in a state of power over others to being a mere commoner… But alas, the day was far away and no one near right now, to his own contrition. And though Silver wanted to grimace, he bit back the urge to do so and kept his lips flat so to keep himself as calm as possible. Doing so was rather pointless, however, seeing how his voice would betray him in the end.

Ah, and now he was mocking him. Really, the man should just BURN. Silver would’ve enjoyed the sight. “National pastime my ass. I’m sure you’d have far more fun irritating Archer if he was here.” The redhead retorted with a quick huff. “But clearly that idiot isn’t around and I happen to be the poor child that ended up being option two. Simply divine, really.” Or not.

At his ‘offer’, Silver gave a sarcastic smile of his own as if to match the one Proton wore on those lips of his, even bothering to let his head tilt to the side in mock innocence. As if he was the only one who could pretend to be KIND when he obviously wasn’t… “It sounds putrid.” Again, his words were sharp and soaked in malice. “I’d much rather slit my own throat with a dull screwdriver, so fuck off.”

(Source: rocketheir-blog)