UNRAVEL ME && internal conflict/confrontation.

[size=9pt]Old man. It made no sense. Did the kid see his mane? He looked like one of those prepubescent freaks trying to grow stubble. He was hardly an old man. But he could cut him some slack. When Moon was his age, his comebacks consisted of "dumby" and "stupid idiot" and that was about it. Old man wasn't far off, but it wasn't quite as bad.

"So the end goal is badass-ery, huh?" He says, quirking a brow. Onision's statement is odd; if scars are what make you badass, Moon's making his way to the top. The Typhoon left him fucked in every way of the word-- a limp to his gate, his left eye fogged over and blurry, scars down his flank in every which way. But you don't see him walking around, flaunting them like they were merchandise. "I'll give you a couple more, if you want to add to that one. No charge; it's on the house."

Imperia's voice takes him off guard, and he turns slightly to offer the wolf a grin. Here she was, telling him what to do as if this really was some student/teacher dynamic. He turns away to sort his herbs into the closet, but not before saying, "Right. My mistake, Master. Onision, don't pop poppy seeds. Catnip is where it's at."