kinich's brow furrowed, annoyance etching itself into his features.

he'd been silently trailing you throughout your natlan commissions, a self-proclaimed "protective measure." now, arms crossed and mouth set in a hard line, he radiated a palpable jealousy. a silent, simmering rage. the source? your brief interaction with a commissioner, a person of similar age.

the absurdity of it all prompted a frustrated huff from you, an incredulous declaration that you hadn't pegged him as the jealous sort. a sharp, unspoken "seriously?" was the only response, conveyed through a raised brow and a dismissive scoff.

he turned, walking away, his back a rigid line. "he looked at you funny," he muttered, the statement thrown over his shoulder without a backward glance.