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"If she's a medic, she should know  to clean out the wound before you take care of it. And why does she need her sister to fight her battles for her? Is she scared?" He snarled back, tolerating the way Kold gently took out the claws. He lifted his chin at Aine, a gesture that she could continue before returning his gaze to Kold, letting his  optics harden frighteningly quickly. "And you. Learn to kindly shut the fuck up before you get yourself into trouble." What did Kold taste like, he wondered. Would she mind if he just-
lunged forwards and snapped at her ear, letting his teeth snap shut right next to it before sitting back down with a threatening grin.

#psychosocial.