may nothing get rejected ._. rotten food ._. may nothing get infected

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Despite how perhaps...immature it may have been, all the other voices that came after the hiss from Aphra began to drown themselves out into white noise as Angel's irritation festered quietly until there was a dull pressure in his skull. He flinched briefly, if only because he was unprepared for the snap of his mother, having been too preoccupied with the carrion rather than not expecting her to be so harsh. Trust him, he was not surprised by that in the slightest. And while he couldn't say she was entirely wrong about wanting a rotting piece of meat away from the fresh prey everyone else brought in, the idea that she would only proceed to talk to him and acknowledge his existence when he had done something wrong in her eyes was quite frustrating. Once again, perhaps life would have been easier had he braved the journey through the desert with his brothers, but lord knows this only fueled his pettiness.

"Fascinating, coming from the queen of things that shouldn't be encouraged." Angelembrace snorted with a mock-pout, raising his brow while light yellow eyes locked with icy blue when she blessed him with the split second of eye contact, before also switching his visual target to the giant lizard. "More for you, yes?"