[At the condescending remark, Finnick swings wildly a couple more times, but misses, and is then halted enough by Sebastian's voice not to swing again. Panting, he looks incredulously at his tall friend.
Yazoo...? That's... That's the guy Sebastian likes.
Sebastian likes this fucking guy?!
Now Finnick's anger is trained on Moran. Of all fucking people, his friend chooses the worst person Finnick has met yet in this goddamn city. Not only that, but Finnick had been so interested in Sebastian when they first met, and to be passed over for this piece of shit... Yeah, that's fucking rich.
His rage is still clear on his face, his jaw clenching and unclenching, but he doesn't say anything to either of them. He just steps back a bit from both of them, watching closely to see what's going to happen. His spear is still clutched in his hands instinctually.]
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Yazoo...? That's... That's the guy Sebastian likes.
Sebastian likes this fucking guy?!
Now Finnick's anger is trained on Moran. Of all fucking people, his friend chooses the worst person Finnick has met yet in this goddamn city. Not only that, but Finnick had been so interested in Sebastian when they first met, and to be passed over for this piece of shit... Yeah, that's fucking rich.
His rage is still clear on his face, his jaw clenching and unclenching, but he doesn't say anything to either of them. He just steps back a bit from both of them, watching closely to see what's going to happen. His spear is still clutched in his hands instinctually.]