[littl3chocobo]

he would have denied it but barring himself and even then only just, it was how his family operated. he offered the other a glare, "so would you rather be the pot or the kettle this time? either way i am done here, goodbye cripple-pyce. don't forget to lock up when you leave." sparing his pride another hit he lazily sauntered off before the man could reply and going to pyce's other side forced himself onto the strip of bed that was unoccupied and wrapped his arms around the other. he did not know who lost the fight though he did know either way he was the one with the prize