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Rory jolted, startled as someone slammed the door to Faire's pad open.
"Rory," he heard Prides snarl, further distracting him from his essay he was supposed to write for the Praxic Order.
"Rory, what the fuck did you give me?"
He steeled himself, fighting to keep a straight face as the younger Warlock was clearly flustered, shaking as he visibly seethed.
"You kept asking I bring you fruit," he explained. "I gave you some, didn't I?"
He raised a brow as a barely noticable violet flushed to a much deeper indigo. Oh boy.
"Everything's been off for hours." Oh dear. The Stormcaller sounded close to tears, making him sigh and close the notebook he had opened.
"You're only supposed to eat two you fucking dumbass," he said, exasperated. "Three at most, for one session."
"Session?" Prides hissed, "so it's a drug?"
"No it's just a fruit, and you'd know that if you did your research instead of immediately putting everything in your mouth like a damn toddler."
"I trusted you," he heard Prides say, voice cracking and. Oh. Oh Light, not the kid actually crying. "You fuckin poisoned me!"
"It's a psychedelic you overdramatic idiot," Rory laughed, watching Prides teeter on the brink of a meltdown. "It trips your taste buds out, nothing else."
"So it is a drug-" he croaked, pulling another chuckle from Rory. "You said-"
"The effect will be gone soon, and it's not a damn drug. It's literally just a fruit, Prides."
Indigo turned almost red with how dark it got, the kid's green eyes flaring to almost a radioactive seeming glow as he cried.
"I can't even eat my favorite fucking foods, Rory." He couldn't help but laugh again at how stressed the kid sounded, as he pulled at his own hair.
"Honestly? Sounds like a you problem, Prides." He waved the Stormcaller off, ignoring the very, very odd sound that left the other man's mouth in response to his dismissal. "Nobody told you to eat more than two."
"Fuck you," he heard Prides growl, before saying something he couldn't quite catch between the temper tantrum and the sobs.
"Mmm, no." He smiled, watching the quick reaction transition from surprise to an absolute withering glare. "I'm not into children, sorry."
Much to his growing amusement, that seemed to be the last straw for the wily Stormcaller, who stormed out, slamming Faire's door with an intensity that made him flinch. Holy hell.
"And Finley calls me the drama queen."
"That was mean." Charybdis chided.
"Little man, nobody told him to-"
"Exceptionally mean."
"It's not my fault he's a dumbass."
"This is why Shaxx told Cayde you're a dick."
"You know damn well that was the pot calling the kettle black."
"Was it though?"
"He wanted to kill me over blueberries." Rory pointed out, making his Ghost growl in frustration and give a defeated sigh. He knew that argument wasn't going to go anywhere.
"You're going to apologize tomorrow." Charybdis told him.
"Sure, if he's calmed down by then."
"Rory."
"Little man," he snarked back. "I said what I said."
"You're awful. I hate you."