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Kale watched as his brother paced back and forth in his room. Since Trever's roommate had vanished the two of them had taken to hanging out in there instead of Kale's room. (They'd also started making the still in there as well and Kale had been working on it when Trever showed up in a fury.) He'd not seen his brother so blistering angry in a long time.
It wasn't the good anger either. It was an unfocused rage that was looking for someone to hit, someone to punch in the face, someone to rip their heads off.
But, ever since he'd come back from that conversation with Prim - who Kale had yet to meet. He was only vaguely curious to meet the girl. Kale would be the first person to admit that sometimes he'd rather deal with his machines than people, and a traumatized girl, especially one that got Trever's blood so boiled wasn't something wanted to look for.
While he doubted he'd have quite the same intense response, Trever tended to get angrier easier, berserker blood in him, their mum said, he still would get upset.
"So, are you done yet?" he finally asked after watching Trever punch the wall with a hard thump.
It wasn't the good anger either. It was an unfocused rage that was looking for someone to hit, someone to punch in the face, someone to rip their heads off.
But, ever since he'd come back from that conversation with Prim - who Kale had yet to meet. He was only vaguely curious to meet the girl. Kale would be the first person to admit that sometimes he'd rather deal with his machines than people, and a traumatized girl, especially one that got Trever's blood so boiled wasn't something wanted to look for.
While he doubted he'd have quite the same intense response, Trever tended to get angrier easier, berserker blood in him, their mum said, he still would get upset.
"So, are you done yet?" he finally asked after watching Trever punch the wall with a hard thump.
