'He gives up?'
His thoughts echoed.
'Why?'
Reeling away from the torrent of questions, Louis tilted his head while his brows arched in curiosity.
"Why would I care if you quit?" He asked.
The fact that Nicho still stood despite his constant trail to take his head was annoying enough.
Now, this?
'This is what she called it, right?' His tone dripped with annoyance.
'A rage bait.'
Nicho chuckled in response.
He took a step forward and staggered– wincing in pain as he fell to the ground.
For a moment, quiet hung in the air and tension brewed between the two.
A constant whirl of sparks, ready to start a fire.
Only, one was controlled. Placated in a way that could never burn into something more than what it was.
Calm.
Nicho didn't need a fortune teller at this point. After all, there were no more trump cards to pull out to defend himself.