[ a rough flick to his forehead. ] drop dead.

augh -! [ he's taken camilo by his hair, pulling at the roots to irritate his curls and scalp. ] enough! ¡deja de ser tan molesto!

¿por qué tanto miedo, sobrino? miedo de lo que tu tío le va a hacer a la vela? [ he sneered, spitting into the boy's face in pure spite. even if it was for a second, it was still entertaining to watch that shift inside of him. ]

esta familia ya no ha traído más que dolor, tonto. se está acercando a MI turno de jugar con los sentimientos de todos. [ he moved his hands as he spoke, his eyes emitting a glow. ]

[ his free hand snatched camilo's elbow before anymore hits could be delivered, pinning said arm behind him. ] why are you ( * shaking ) ? i've barely begun! [ little did he expect camilo to get so shaken up. but damn, was it a pleasure to see someone he hated fear him. ]

then tell me, what will you be? someone lacking an identity for himself? [ he cocks his head to the side with a grin, his arms spreading out like he wanted a hug. ] what can YOU of all people do for the family?put on a show?

[: when i get off of work im coming for you steven mun 👹

[: IM OUT AND FOCUSED

Taking reference of a vision, Bruno had made himself a little hammock between two trees, laying down like he hadn't a care in the world. ❝ Being a bit higher is better, in my opinion. ❞ He spoke, his seating a few feet in the air above Steven's own "bed".

❝ I have my reasons, ❞ He hummed, peeking over the edge of his hammock to take a look to the boy. ❝ I'm more interested in you, Steven. Don't you live in that beach-house? ❞

[: sips cup gayly what if i decided to be active all of a sudden

[: WHERE are the rest of the villian madrigal accs i need ANGST