That look on Macaque's face...why now? He's made it more then clear his feelings. Why act like something's changed now? MK probably.
"You'd like that. Bringing MK in so I can hurt him as usual and you can throw it in my face later."
His tail starts to lash again, the places where the skin isn't turning dark turning deathly pale as it creeps up the length slowly but obviously. He looks back at Red Son with a quirked eyebrow.
"Trust you? Why? You wouldn't give me the courtesy of that when I was trying to protect you. Or when I told you I cared. I don't need your secondhand pity from MK. Either of you."
That said, he moves suddenly to grab Macaque's wrist in an attempt to throw him hard back at Red Son.
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"You'd like that. Bringing MK in so I can hurt him as usual and you can throw it in my face later."
His tail starts to lash again, the places where the skin isn't turning dark turning deathly pale as it creeps up the length slowly but obviously. He looks back at Red Son with a quirked eyebrow.
"Trust you? Why? You wouldn't give me the courtesy of that when I was trying to protect you. Or when I told you I cared. I don't need your secondhand pity from MK. Either of you."
That said, he moves suddenly to grab Macaque's wrist in an attempt to throw him hard back at Red Son.