"What are you talking about?" Clovis snapped back for an answer, anger and indignation rising in his throat. "You're the one who insulted that guy! Why are you mad at—"
"I'm not talking about that shithead," Hark hissed. "I'm talking about..." He gritted his teeth again; both from the pulsing pain in his head, and the recollection of that conversation that had happened just prior. "I'm talking about that... that stupid furball!"
Clovis's face shifted from anger to confusion.
"I'm not talking about that shithead," Hark hissed. "I'm talking about..." He gritted his teeth again; both from the pulsing pain in his head, and the recollection of that conversation that had happened just prior. "I'm talking about that... that stupid furball!"
Clovis's face shifted from anger to confusion.