[Conner looks between the two while keeping them as far apart as he can, his hold unyielding on their collars. At least they aren't thrashing about and struggling. The spitting, though, makes Conner blink a few times and then scowl.
And he's supposed to share a room with this guy? Augh.
Ignoring Damian's demand, Conner fixes him with that scowl and a hard glare.]
Don't give me orders.
[In Conner's opinion Tim is the smarter of the two, keeping quiet and not making demands.]
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And he's supposed to share a room with this guy? Augh.
Ignoring Damian's demand, Conner fixes him with that scowl and a hard glare.]
Don't give me orders.
[In Conner's opinion Tim is the smarter of the two, keeping quiet and not making demands.]