you were typically one to keep patience. Although it didn’t look like it, seeing as you pulled a shotgun on anyone who tried anything twice, you were holding back. You had to, It was rough with the years of malpractice you were subjected to, but you were successful in keeping yourself grounded. Hawks made your little sanity snap. It’s not like he did anything particularly different than anyone else who bothers you. It was a pretty normal day, actually. Repetition drives one mad. All he did was flare hes flash beacon at you once. He expected to be slammed on the ground at most. This wasn’t his first rodeo; hawks didn’t bother you often, but he had once or twice. That’s not what happened.

Hawks clutch his mangled arm, his attempt at salvage in vain, his gore slipping from between his fingers. Hawks arm, previously seized by the saboteur himself, had been gripped so hard it about split, and your claws— which had previously nestled themselves between his bone— left deep streaks he likely wouldn’t be able to recover from, not in these conditions. Hawks has backed himself against the far end of your shop, bumping against a shelf, eyes wide. you stare down at him, your lips pulled back in a primal snarl, the fins that sat on the sides of your head flared out. You hiss lowly, a sound Hawks has never heard you make before, your gaze devoid of humanity. Hawks attempt to call out to you, speaking your name, though it’s a futile effort. Reason is no longer something your capable of.

keigo: Sebastian! he says in a panicked and shaky voice, as his arm bleeding