Too many demigods on earth, he is disgusted.

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼... ~ Of Adrien Agreste ~ Smug little shit in business ~ Literal mess in practice ~ Literate / Descriptive ~ Friendly writer ~#զųɛɛŋცıɬƈɧ

Nudges his back with his foot. "You dead?"

Slaps him, hard.

Smirks. Revenge is sweet.

Elijah Theodore Walker ↻ Father:× rivin walker. Mother:@WrathOfAngcls • • • ❝Can you see the 'FUCK YOU' in my smile?❞ • • • {future son of (OC)Rivin Walker & (AU)Riley Andersen}

Holds Elijah T. Walker in a choke hold. "Who are you, and why are you in my house!?"

He did not expect him to hit so hard, the budding bruise proves that. Time for the next level, kicks him to the ground at full speed.

" You shouldn't have bitten me in the first place, eh?" He smirked down at the man, a playful glint in his eye.

"Fuck off."

" I wasn't even trying to beat you up." He chuckled at the man's behavior towards him but offered him a small grin, and offering him a hand. A gesture of peace. " Look, I won't hurt you again."

/: No problem!

Spills coffee on the reader.

Throws a pillow at Elijah T. Walker. ``Wake up. ``

`` Goodmorning... or should I say afternoon. `` Rivin smirked at the sleeping figure.

`` It seems you've inherited my genes. `` He smirked, walking out the door, only one thing can properly wake a Walker up. `` I'm making coffee. ``