You really ain't going

away without a fight

You can't be reasoned with,

I'm done being polite.

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There were helluva loads of things the universe was yet to give a name to that moment, one was the fear of punching Elo's gut out.

TJ stared at the darker boy, hand balled into a vein popping fist, as he kept his cool, trying not to do the regrettable.

The darker boy in turn, paid no attention to the angry duo glaring fire and brimstone at him. Instead, he typed away, improvising a means of silent communication with the system's keyboard, as the sound filled the room like the pitter patter...