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Now — Juno could attempt to show Keon the error of his ways through a constructive conversation. However, he doesn’t seem like the type who’ll listen. “ Shut up, pipsqueak. ”

❝ YOU IDIOTS NEED TO STOP USING prodigal son to describe the 'golden child' archetype. it's prodigious. prodigious son. prodigal son means one who has returned home to repent after a reckless absence. it isn't that difficult a difference to understand. ❞

They couldn't help but smirk. He took the bait — hook, line and sinker. Such an indignant reaction to a frankly childish retort. One would think someone of his standing could hold their tongue. However, Keon showed himself to be a tightly wound piss baby. Exactly the sort of person the mortician delighted in taunting.

" Hm — are you sure about that? " They stepped closer, acting like they had to mull it over. If he was going to call them an imbecile, then Juno will have to lean into it. With another step, it was now easy to compare their heights. " I don't know what you're talking about. " They furrowed their brows. " There's an obvious difference. "

CONFUSION CROSSES HIS features, then indignance, then his characteristic fiery scorn. ❝ what the fuck are you talking about, you imbecile? we're the same height. ❞

@gravesung pinned — keon @ juno i'm so sorry he's probably mad. prompted.

A shit eating grin crept across their lips. They'll never say it out loud, but how easily Keon acted out of anger was cute — little brother cute. In that spirit, Juno reached up their hand to ruffle the man's hair. " Oh — squirt. While pinning me to a wall like a big ol' man is a compelling point.. " They leaned closer to whisper. " I'm still taller. "