Fumus sighed in annoyance as he pinched the space between his eyes. Satanick was being especially annoying, it was making Fumus' already annoyed mood even worse.

"That's it..."

Fumus picked up his scissors and approached his brother. He grabbed Satanick roughly by the hair, pulling him closer.

"You think it's funny to annoy me, do you?"

Fumus sneered, his eyes narrowing. The anger in his voice was clear. He began to raise the scissors towards Satanick's face.