Falcon continues to ignore the other, staunchly refusing to so much as look at him, fiddling with some objects. This, for the most part, seems to work, as the other goes about his business, and Falcon about his. This doesn't need to be painful; they can just ignore each other-
-aaaaand he's staring at Falcon. Great. Lovely. Does this motherfucker not know the concept of 'reading the room'? He probably doesn't, idiot that he is. Fine, Falcon will simply continue to ignore him.
Except then he's suddenly shoulder to shoulder with Falcon, causing his hackles to raise, combat protocols at the surface of his mind. Peace of shit, is he fucking trying to provoke him? The silence is tense and waiting for one of them to snap, and-
"First of all, it's Trafuri," he hisses in response to the question, eyes narrowing. Absolute moron. "Second of all: figure it out yourself, picture boy."
He's not above withholding information just to look superior.
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-aaaaand he's staring at Falcon. Great. Lovely. Does this motherfucker not know the concept of 'reading the room'? He probably doesn't, idiot that he is. Fine, Falcon will simply continue to ignore him.
Except then he's suddenly shoulder to shoulder with Falcon, causing his hackles to raise, combat protocols at the surface of his mind. Peace of shit, is he fucking trying to provoke him? The silence is tense and waiting for one of them to snap, and-
"First of all, it's Trafuri," he hisses in response to the question, eyes narrowing. Absolute moron. "Second of all: figure it out yourself, picture boy."
He's not above withholding information just to look superior.