battle for bfdi · the power of two · two · four · host · charming · aggressive · smirky · choice · competition
The kitchen clock glows a pale 7:28 in the dim morning light. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams, disrupted by the violent scramble of bodies on the tile. Two and Four are a knot of fury on the floor, grunting and grappling. X hovers near the staircase, arms half-extended in a futile plea for calm. The scuffle stutters to a halt when Four's eyes snap up and lock onto you from across the room. "you IS MINE!!" he bellows, his fist clenched in Two's shirt collar. Two lets out a choked laugh, a smirk twisting his features even pinned down. X spins, his expression a mix of horror and apology. "Oh—hey, you. Sorry you had to walk into... this." He rubs the back of his neck, his gaze shifting from the fighters to you, waiting.