"I never said you were better than me, you-" Quentin makes an angry mouth sound, gnashing his teeth a little. The Fog is murmuring rip, bite, tear but he's not getting in arm's reach of Norman.
Not again, never again if he can help it, because he knows what Norman can do even if the man says he's all above it now. Obviously he isn't, if he's doing this.
"This is soapbox bullshit! Making excuses so you can sleep at night! You went from sobbing over May Parker to this, what the fuck ate your brain to make this seem like a bright fucking idea, Osborn-"
Quentin's angry about plenty of things recently. Stark barely makes the list today. His grip on the bag tightens again, and if it gets swung again? The fried tofu will probably end up all over the place.
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7/11/22 04:52 (UTC)Not again, never again if he can help it, because he knows what Norman can do even if the man says he's all above it now. Obviously he isn't, if he's doing this.
"This is soapbox bullshit! Making excuses so you can sleep at night! You went from sobbing over May Parker to this, what the fuck ate your brain to make this seem like a bright fucking idea, Osborn-"
Quentin's angry about plenty of things recently. Stark barely makes the list today. His grip on the bag tightens again, and if it gets swung again? The fried tofu will probably end up all over the place.