just another brick in the wall

The boy fired back a salvo of his own, and Demyan moved so his forelegs were crossed on the wall in front of him, leaving his hindlegs dangling. "Might be they do," he said casually, narrowing his eyes at the little punk and leaning towards him slightly. "Might be I don't need to take lip from mouthy little shits who can't even get it up yet." He gave it a beat, glaring at the boy, before leaning back. "Real talk, though, were you actually born that way or is that blue some kind of dye or something? Like some kind of algae paint or something?" The possibilities were endless if it were some kind of paint. Not that his perfect body needed anything added to it - you couldn't improve on perfection after all - but hey, it could be interesting.