[ There's a slight flaring of Amos' nostrils in response, agitation at prey having been taken from him tangible through the air. He turns his head only slightly to track Dextera's movement away from him, and doesn't move otherwise.
But he can feel that sensitivity coming from Dextera's soul — more than he can feel the strength and resolution radiating off of Hayame. She's the only reason he doesn't give chase, because she will crush him. Everyone here knows it.
At Dextera's words, his head dips. Amos puffs out a sigh, annoyed and just a little cocky, considering. ]
You would've.
[ If Hayame hadn't shown up. Amos speaks as though she isn't here, because that's all she is in this moment — a tool to try to keep numbers on her side. This was between him and Dextera alone, there was no reason for anybody else to get involved—
He remains cold. ]
Shit, maybe you still will.
[ Preferably while they're still stuck under here. Amos really couldn't care less where Dextera's allegiances lie otherwise, but for now, all he has is to be petty — so petty he shall be, a sore loser getting in what barbs he still can. ]
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But he can feel that sensitivity coming from Dextera's soul — more than he can feel the strength and resolution radiating off of Hayame. She's the only reason he doesn't give chase, because she will crush him. Everyone here knows it.
At Dextera's words, his head dips. Amos puffs out a sigh, annoyed and just a little cocky, considering. ]
You would've.
[ If Hayame hadn't shown up. Amos speaks as though she isn't here, because that's all she is in this moment — a tool to try to keep numbers on her side. This was between him and Dextera alone, there was no reason for anybody else to get involved—
He remains cold. ]
Shit, maybe you still will.
[ Preferably while they're still stuck under here. Amos really couldn't care less where Dextera's allegiances lie otherwise, but for now, all he has is to be petty — so petty he shall be, a sore loser getting in what barbs he still can. ]