Carried Away

The arrival of the other male went unnoticed for the time being, as Akahito's mercury and light blue gaze watched the female, waiting for some sort of response. As she stared at him, not even bothering to hide her disinterest, he felt a low growl threaten to rumble in his throat. "I would prefer if you at least tried to act interested in talking to me." His words were a bit snappy, he knew, but he continued on. Maybe this hadn't been the best idea, after all; it seemed that he was going to be made all too angry by this interaction. "Do you think you're so special or something? Because I can tell you, you're not. You're not even pretty." Her question went unanswered, his anger at being given such a look burning in his stomach. Maybe, just a part of him, was itching for a fight against the female. He'd show her that he was interesting, if it did come to blows. For now, he remained quiet, tensed up as he waited for a violent response.