“I can hold my own hand,” Dace grumbled. There was a rustling sound and then, “Ow.”
“Stop fighting me. Hold still.” Sorak.
“Stop trying to tell me what to do!” Dace squeaked out.
“You heared Candy-ass, horny head. No tell her what to do,” Berkr sassed.
“Miqep, ask me again,” Sorak murmured softly.
“No.” Dace was resolute. She’d made up her mind.
“Why?” Sorak was trying to goad her.
“She no want you,” Berkr taunted, as if picking up on Sorak’s tactic and not liking it.
“Stuff it,” Dace muttered, her tone hardening.
There was a grunt, and then Berkr grumbled. “Want horn head stuff things or Candy-ass try mean ‘sult Berkr?”
Dace let out a little growl noise that wasn’t the least bit intimidating and then growled out, “Both of you stuff it.”
“Ask me again, miqep,” Sorak persisted.
“Why?! So you can humiliate me, ignore me, then talk to everyone but me like it’s not some sort of punishment or shunning? Like I wasn’t the one standing there with their heart in a million pieces as you- As you just moved on without me?! Like I meant absolutely nothing to you?! No, I don’t think so. Fool me once…”
“Fool Candy-ass once what?” Berkr asked eagerly.
Oh boy.
Dace let out a long-suffering sigh.
“Why are YOU here?” Sorak muttered.
“Why horny head here?” Berkr shot back.
“I asked you first,” Sorak bit out.
“Berkr asked first.” Berkr, you petty bitch, you.
“By all means, after you,” Sorak quipped.
“By your means, mean you,” Berkr mockingly shot back.
“Eh! Where you go?!” Berkr barked suddenly, a note of alarm in his voice.
“Is it not obvious?” Sorak murmured dryly.
“Away!” Dace called out.
“Way where?” Berkr followed up.
“Away from both of you!” Dace snapped.
Berkr growled, and then, “What look at Berkr for like that?! No look at Berkr like that, like Berkr bad and Candy-ass mad at Berkr. Berkr no be bad!”
“You follow her around like an angry tebbimenk nipping at her heels, snipping, sniping, snapping. It was only a matter of time before she grew tired of you,” Sorak muttered.
“How would horny head know? Sneaky-sneak around, think Berkr not know. Nosy, that what Sorry head is. Berkr think Sorry head not come ‘round, only sneaky sneak, because Sorry head sorry not say yes be Candy-ass mate.” A series of huffing chuffs from Berkr followed.
