Iskandor’s eyes narrowed as Xairo stepped into his space, the vocal challenge hitting its mark within the stranger. His lips pulled back slightly, his breath catching as his composure crackedjust a bit more. Like a damn with too much water behind it. “Smart? Yes, actually.” he retorted, not giving the ‘important and worldly’ comment the time of day. But as for his personal space being invaded? That required action.
Iska pushed forward, a bold step—head held high. His chest brushed against Xairo’s, lips curling into a half-smile. The thrill of confrontation blazed through his bright eyes, his heart thrumming in his chest. Maybe the other boy would feel the thud thud thud if he was paying attention. “Look. If you’re so eager to test me, then stop talking and do it. Or should I bring out my ‘servants’ to push you down into the dirt?” You know, because he didn’t know a thing about getting his paws dirty, right?
