Matias felt the pressure leave his muzzle, and he gasped in response. Rubbing that area, he shot a strong glare at Oleander, who was grooming their antennae again.

"It's not my fault it attacked me," Matias growled, "I guess you forgot that it's been stal–"

"QUIET," Oleander signed, "I'M TIRED OF YOUR TOXICITY. WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, WE ARE IN A TEAM."

Matias fell silent, but he stared daggers right into Oleander's eyes. He slowly shook his head, his face growing more and more twisted until his head suddenly jerked forward, a bullet of spit firing out of his mouth and onto Oleander's chest.

"Piss off, bug."

And he stormed out of the room.

Oleander hardly reacted to what happened, only looking down at the stain that made its home on their vest and brushing it off with their hand.

"DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE, LADY MIDNIGHT?"