[ yeah, are we there yet? talking is for scrubs, probably.
whoever is in the backseat with jiaoqiu might notice it over time. his fingers are curled into the fabric of his pants, and he's breathing slow and steady, staring down at his slowly whitening knuckles. his hair falls down over his face, hides it, and then - when siffrin speaks up, his head snaps up. a low, rumbling growl escapes him, and those hands that are gripping at his leg, at the seat, lift up and come around the seat at an inhuman speed, gripping marcoh by the throat.
it's a really strong grip! like, insanely strong, and he does not seem to care for a second that he is strangling the driver to the car. and also there are claws, now. whoever is in this backseat with him is going to see fox ears lift from his skull, pointed forward, as he bares his sharp, sharp teeth.
but even as he's doing this, he's almost trying to pull away, his body leaning back - it's just that his hands won't stop trying to murder marcoh. ]
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whoever is in the backseat with jiaoqiu might notice it over time. his fingers are curled into the fabric of his pants, and he's breathing slow and steady, staring down at his slowly whitening knuckles. his hair falls down over his face, hides it, and then - when siffrin speaks up, his head snaps up. a low, rumbling growl escapes him, and those hands that are gripping at his leg, at the seat, lift up and come around the seat at an inhuman speed, gripping marcoh by the throat.
it's a really strong grip! like, insanely strong, and he does not seem to care for a second that he is strangling the driver to the car. and also there are claws, now. whoever is in this backseat with him is going to see fox ears lift from his skull, pointed forward, as he bares his sharp, sharp teeth.
but even as he's doing this, he's almost trying to pull away, his body leaning back - it's just that his hands won't stop trying to murder marcoh. ]