*** you with an anchor

With  snarl Tyrian kicked hard with all four paws in the hopes of flinging them apart. He was done with this bullshit. If Sparrow wanted to be a crybaby then fine, he'd leave her to it. No skin off of his nose. He'd find someone else to pal around with; someone in a better mood who wouldn't take offense to piddly insults and instead give them right back as nature intended. He wasn't sure why he'd expected anything different, but it just went to show no matter how well you thought you knew someone you didn't really know them. She was a Destruction after all so he shouldn't have been surprised by her sudden bitchiness. They were all alike, weren't they? Just like dad had said.

While brushing leaf litter out of his coat, Tyrian growled, "The fuck is wrong with you?" Actually, no, he didn't care. He'd leave. "You know what, never mind, clearly you need to work through some shit so how about I leave you to it, huh? If you find your sense of humor again, lemme know."