Allen's collar is easily grabbed, and he quickly finds himself face-to-face with the sourest face he's seen all day. He does his best to match it.
His first instinct is to stick out his chest, stand on his toes, and defend his methods. It's a childish impulse, and he kicks it down his throat and into his gut. He forces his scowl to transform from pissed to fairly unaffected, but it's clear that last line got to him.
No, this has never worked for him. More often than not, it gets him beat up. But dammit, he's desperate, and with a war probably brewing, he's got to try something.
The flowery changeling is fearfully backing up from the display, planning to make a break for it, but Allen's attention is on Childermass.
"It nets me some allies. Got your attention, didn't it?" Allen spreads his arms wide -- if Childermass' grip is still on his collar, he's not struggling. "What would you recommend I do?"
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His first instinct is to stick out his chest, stand on his toes, and defend his methods. It's a childish impulse, and he kicks it down his throat and into his gut. He forces his scowl to transform from pissed to fairly unaffected, but it's clear that last line got to him.
No, this has never worked for him. More often than not, it gets him beat up. But dammit, he's desperate, and with a war probably brewing, he's got to try something.
The flowery changeling is fearfully backing up from the display, planning to make a break for it, but Allen's attention is on Childermass.
"It nets me some allies. Got your attention, didn't it?" Allen spreads his arms wide -- if Childermass' grip is still on his collar, he's not struggling. "What would you recommend I do?"