[Why he decided to try his luck asking Blue? Well, probably because he's just as eager to get rid of the shirt in his hands, clenched angrily in the fabric. Is that fabric... smoking a little? He might be setting it on fire with his touch, oops.]
[Since Red showed up, it's been constant and bitter avoidance with Blue, rather than the aggressive bullying of years past. Even so, whenever they're forced into close-quarters the jibes resurface, as aloof as ever, hardened by the years of lost contact and festering resentment- even if what lies beneath them has changed, considerably, to something far less hateful.]
[But he doesn't seem to be willing to show that any time soon.]
Tch, what makes you think I'm gonna do any favors for you, loser? [Blue mocks, a cruel smirk curving the corner of his mouth. If Red's mood was a constant raincloud, it was Blue that added the thunder, the air rumbling over them. He levels a look at the shirt in Red's hands, before turning his nose up, adding in disgust]
gimme the D
[Since Red showed up, it's been constant and bitter avoidance with Blue, rather than the aggressive bullying of years past. Even so, whenever they're forced into close-quarters the jibes resurface, as aloof as ever, hardened by the years of lost contact and festering resentment- even if what lies beneath them has changed, considerably, to something far less hateful.]
[But he doesn't seem to be willing to show that any time soon.]
Tch, what makes you think I'm gonna do any favors for you, loser? [Blue mocks, a cruel smirk curving the corner of his mouth. If Red's mood was a constant raincloud, it was Blue that added the thunder, the air rumbling over them. He levels a look at the shirt in Red's hands, before turning his nose up, adding in disgust]
It's not even green!