#Rang is the type of character to relapse into older behavioural patterns SO I THOUGHT IDK? MAYBE SOMETHING ABOUT

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@jeoseungsaja​ | WAIT, HOLD ON A MOMENT LMAOOO, I GOT ONTO THE WRONG BLOG, I'm sending those last two again on the right blog (I apologize for the inconvenience, I'm a smol sleepy quokka who's also excited to send memes all around) "Why didn't you stop me?" FOXY BROS UwU MITSKI LYRICS

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A shrug.

“It was funny to watch.”

An admission.

Rang saunters over to Yeo and plants his feet firmly near him, toothpick picking away at nothingness between teeth that aren’t nearly as sharp as he’d like them to be. No, his tongue is a much sharper blade than the molars and canines that litter his mouth as if chewed out of someone else’s insides.

It makes due, to compensate the lack of strength and the way it will never neither match nor parallel strength of the likes exhibited by the fox he’s now standing next to. It makes due, to keep everyone at an arm’s length, to make sure they fear his bite as much as they fear the venom rolling off his tongue, spit like acid at their feet and directly down their throat if they do dare step close enough.

It’s a constant cycle of self-defence, morbid and misguided, brought to light along with an attack that comes too unprompted to continue being any form of defence against any form of perceived anything.

No, Rang does as he does and says as he says even the face of morphing relationships because it’s what he knows, because the patterns he’s shoved into his internal mechanisms are safe, because he always know what they lead to, because he’s familiar with pain and ache and because he’d rather not discover what might await him if he tries opting for another route, a different path, a calmer, more joyful approach to things he actually, secretly, likes.

Like Wang Yeo.

There was no reason for Rang to stand by and let the older fox handle the scenario as wrongly as it had turned out to be, with a misunderstanding the half fox had already known about, that led the circumstances to unfold in a mess that left the older fox spouting off against someone very much innocent, very much uninvolved with whatever it is that was busying him that morning.

But why should he?

He tilts his head to the side, an eyebrow shooting up into his hairline in that typical challenge of his, that acid he’s coated his own face with, the toothpick gracing dangerously close against his gums, his other hand kept in the pocket of his expensive trousers to feign nonchalance.

Why should he?

He hasn’t seen Yeo in a while. Why should he back him up in front of anything? Why should he care about resolving a situation for him? It’s not his job to make sure he doesn’t get in trouble, it’s not within his priorities to-

Lies.

But what else is he supposed to think? Is he supposed to acknowledge that he’s petty and childish? That he let Yeo make a fool of himself because they hadn’t seen each other a while and because it’s the only way he knows how to elicit reactions out of others, irritating them with his presence, making sure he’s too unnerving to turn away from?

He makes a curious sound, a non-committal surprised something, while his eyes widen, and the corner of his lips push themselves back further to allow for a wider smile.

He pulls the toothpick out of his mouth and points it at the older’s face. “What’s that? Are you embarrassed? The great Wang Yeo? Over something like this?”