your voice cracks like a piano

Clouse's ears snapped back once again at the dismissive sound that left Scully's throat. What his cousin had to say verbally, however, decisively shifted the boy's disposition from abashed to incensed. It was an almost foreign feeling, but he felt absolutely validated in it. That was his sister they were talking about. Avella may have been more fair in her remarks and even-tempered while delivering them, but they were still both essentially saying the same thing about Ellery in Clouse's eyes.

"My sister is not a liar," he spoke firmly, brows locked together and mouth pulled downward in a deep frown. His ears remained down and he still looked his miserable self, but the indignance burned within his pale eyes and subtly wrinkled the top of his muzzle.

"Or manipulative, unlike you," he jabbed at Scully, and his angered dialogue continued to focus on the grayscale man, months of being bullied by the older Archer reaching a tipping point. As he went on, Clouse's posture began to rise.

"N' neither's my dad. I talked to him too, like over a week ago, we only kept this going to give you a taste of your own medicine."