“What the hell is wrong with you?” I stomp toward Kai, closing the distance between us in a matter of seconds. “What if I didn’t duck, huh?” He shrugs. Shrugs. “Then, I would’ve had less competition to worry about.” “So, you’re admitting that I’m a threat to you?” “I never said that.” “But you implied it.” “Don’t flatter yourself.”
this banter is honestly about as engaging as one of the characters grabbing the other's arm and beating them with it while repeating "stop hitting yourself" over and over
