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[Sup][color=a187be]Make your self’s useful distractions-[/color][color=gray] Mhin had said with a sharp, hushed, bite.  Meanwhile, Erith’s brain was on fire. He had been eying Kristo and his work for the last few minutes. The back of his brain itching while a whole new shape was being made from the soft, thin strands. It wasn’t magic but it might as well be. Thick fingers ran along the now ruined pattern—admiring the texture and the way they still hooked and looped together. [I][color=firebrick]Lovely . . .Wait, useful. Yes.[/color][/i]

Erith snapped his head upwards letting his eyes roam from Mhin’s still untamed hair to the rest of the lot. There was a good chance between the handful of them. Though it would it have been easier if they could these God forsaken cuffs off. The feyling wasn’t sure how the others felt but his itched and burned from time to time. Not to mention the pure frustration of being able to feel his magic sit just beneath the surface but not be able to access it. It was enough to make him itch. 

With a soft sound he cleared his throat. Eirth’s nose scrunching before he repeated it, but this time [i]louder[/i] and more aggressive. With a woeful feeling he leapt to his feet; one hand tossing the ruined project back at Kristo. [Color=firebrick]”Oi, watch what you’re doing you large, blundering oaf!”[/color] His voice made him wonder a little—bouncing off the dense and dark walls. He had hopes that Kristo would take to the ruse and meet him in a game of theatrics. If not. Well, then the guard really would have a situation to handle. Erith strode forward slowly. Letting the tip of his warn shoes drag along the gritty floor before stopping just shy of a few inches to loom above the man. 

[Color=firebrick]”Just because you failed at something doesn’t give you the right o be tossing and making a mess. Ya hear?”[/color] He paused while his tail made its way to grab the fabric and toss it back onto the ground with a soft thud. Erith crouched down, arms propped on his knees while he tilted his head to the side. [Color=firebrick]”Now pick it up.”[/color] 

Despite his words and the aggressive way his body took up the space before the man; Erith did his best to flash his meaning behind his eyes. He waggled his brows at Kristo in a comical way and let our a toothy grin for a split second before settling his features back into a stern look. [i][color=firebrick]Step one, play fight. Step two, get the fuck out of here.[/color][/i] The faint taste of freedom came like a delicate breeze. Sweet, soft, and full of hope.[/color][/sup]

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[@Zora]