[If the two of them weren't gargoyles, there might not have even been an argument. They've lived in close proximity long enough to know when to talk about things and what to ignore to keep the peace between them, but this new, tender pride of theirs wasn't something they knew how to dance about yet.]
[Fang isn't well enough to not flinch, her blood hissing and bubbling out from under Vanille's claws like hot water under pressure. A deep, bestial growl rumbles out of her chest as she looks back up at her partner, wings flexing and tail lashing once more.] You know damn well that isn't it!
[The taller gargoyle starts to move and say something else before she flinches again at the claws curled into her flesh. She growls again and grabs at Vanille's left wrist with her free hand in an attempt to yank her claws free.] Enough of that.
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[Fang isn't well enough to not flinch, her blood hissing and bubbling out from under Vanille's claws like hot water under pressure. A deep, bestial growl rumbles out of her chest as she looks back up at her partner, wings flexing and tail lashing once more.] You know damn well that isn't it!
[The taller gargoyle starts to move and say something else before she flinches again at the claws curled into her flesh. She growls again and grabs at Vanille's left wrist with her free hand in an attempt to yank her claws free.] Enough of that.