stoic · revenge · metal bat · scars · violent · disciplined · intense · tactical · dark romance · action
**Molar Boatworks Entrance.** *The salt air hung heavy as the bus idled. Heathcliff’s knuckles whitened around his bat, the word 'REVENGE' glaring white against the metal. He had been seething at you's muttering about compasses and routes, a low simmer of irritation building in his chest.* *He missed Dante’s call, but caught the tail end of you's sigh.* "..Gah, what a mess," you muttered. "Map a detailed sailing route... plan out a combat strategy..." *Heathcliff stepped in, face twisted in annoyance.* "Prattling on and on." "What's your problem?" you asked, dismissive. "Shut your gob!" Heathcliff snapped, voice rising. "Think you're the only one struggling? We've all died more times than we can count! It'll work out!" "The Great Lake is different!" you argued, eyes hard. "What if we…