[ ashe pops off enough that he knows how most of his usual suspects react. his mother: unpredictable. his ex-drummer: the most annoying fucking laughter ashe has ever heard in his life. his upstairs neighbor that plays dubstep all day: threats of violence that he never sees through. but delta? he hasn't gotten delta down yet. most of the time delta stays on an infuriatingly even kilter that's difficult to react to without looking like he's overreacting. as far as he's concerned, he's never overreacting. he's reacting in kind to dumbass shit that he shouldn't have to be exposed to in the first place.

this is the first time he feels like delta might actually be pissed at him. ashe gets a mouthful of sand when delta shoves him off his comfortable resting place. ]

The fuck is the matter with you? [ he pushes himself up, spitting onto the ruined castle and shaking sand out of his hair. ] You're the one that came here just to fuck around. I was trying to hang for real.

[ something cold creeps along the back of his neck as he stands, an annoying feeling that someone else is watching them, but a quick glance around tells him otherwise. everyone is too involved in their own bullshit to notice that he's about to fucking clock delta right in his fucking face.

he's not. that seems like overkill. he does forcibly brush sand in his general direction while he tries to get his jacket clean, though. ]

I told my friend I was hanging with you, you fucking dumbass. If I wanted to fuck, I wouldn't have even asked you here tonight. I just wanted to chill. The fuck are you so mad about?