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[loosestrifes]

( Esikko isn't stupid— he knows when he's in too deep, when he should shut his mouth for the sake of his own neck. But there are countless times when he presses that anyway, tries to push here or there to find weaknesses until they work. This was, unsurprisingly, a poor attempt. He was expecting backlash, too. A comment, a sneer, even one of those vines to grab his ankle and trip him going up the stairs, or something equally embarrassing.

This is a lot worse— but it's also a lot better, too, right? Not that he can think in the moment about how he's struck some sort of a nerve here, somehow. His thoughts race in circles, Chobe's words clear even over the rush of his own heartbeat in his ears. His hand reaches up to try and claw at that hand around his throat, but his nails don't do much to the rough skin of Chobe's hands, and even if they did, he knows it wouldn't last. His eyes do meet Chobe's one good one for a moment, a cross between fear and that same sharp anger still lingering.

But when he's freed, he doesn't have words. He staggers with a cough, trying to reach for his neck as he begins to breathe again, but that vine slaps it away just as quickly, leaving him bumping back into the wall with a hiss and clutching at his own hand. His skin is red where he was grabbed, delicate as it is, both on the arm and the neck— a funny contrast to the TRANSGRESSOR mark on his neck that's more visible with his braid now disheveled.

He does shoot Chobe the dirtiest glare imaginable, trembling with a mix of powerful emotions, but— no, he can't talk back to that. He'll have to just turn and leave with his metaphorical tail between his legs, still coughing, and decide if he even wants to send anyone he actually cares about towards a freak like this, or deal with it on his own. Ugh. )