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"ANSWER THE GOD DAMN QUESTION HAWKS, Where did you take him-WHERE is he!?"

He didn't give two flying shits about the scarf at this point, he yanked off his now ruined scarf and tossed it aside, (behind him because this was between him and hawks, and he wasn't about to throw it at some random people.), His teeth gritting against each other slightly-

"You mean Kraven? I can't just tell you that-" 

"You think I GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT THAT?! You took him away hawks-you took the one person, in the damn school-in my entire LIFE-who fucking understood me, and YOU, TOOK, HIM, A W A Y."

"...Crap.....I guess you were the one he was talking about-I'm sorry kid, I wish there was something I could do-"

".. Something you could do.. something you could do..?.....You put him in this mess-you PUT HIM IN THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT-"

Yeeeeah, at that moment he yanked hawks shirt ooonce more, only to-, LITERALLY, yeet the bird several feet away, like bruh-this manz strength went from 127 stat points to 9636 in .2 seconds.

He recovered, flying in the air. Some feathers shot forward and restrained him. 

"Calm down-let's talk." 

...Restraineddd?....Mmmmmore like just, literally didn't even help in the slightest, and literally caused him to yank a feather out of his shirt. ......Well, sad thing-not his shirt. His damn arm. Hawks-maybe, don't try a cartoon method of going for the shirt-

". . .Fuck, you."

"You wanna know what happened to him or not?" 

"...I'd rather rip your damn wings off before I listen to another god damn-!.............Fine.. but I better get the damn answers want."

"You'll get answers. Whether you like 'em or not is for you to decide. Now c'mon, we can't talk here."