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Rep eyed Jason with the distant feral stare of a rabid animal. "Just walk the ******** away. WALK. THE. ********. AWAY." But it was fortunate, he had already sat down.

Otto though, Otto was cracking and he wasn't about to relent, ready to hit him with more when he finally cracked. Rep's dispassionate smirk twisted into a delighted grin. "Aye. Just ******** RUN. RUN AWAY YOU LITTLE ******** RAT. RUN AWAY BUT NOT TO YOUR MOM" and he intentionally slapped an American accent on the word. "BECAUSE YOU DONT ******** HAVE ONE ANYMORE. YOU DON'T HAVE ANYONE BUT YOURSELF AND YOU ******** SUCK AT EVERYTHING YOU TRY TO DO."

And it felt good, it felt satisfying, he might as well have been yelling it at himself.

Did.. did Marcus just call Mimsy a psycho? Robert put down the last of his sandwich, as it was important to put everything on hold for a moment this ironic. He could feel how this entire meeting was tensing Mimsy, by the way she was clinging to him. It was a side effect he actually preferred, but that did not change how worried he was.

That took a back seat to the fact that Marcus was calling Mimsy a psycho. After very carefully settling his sandwich down, he took a deep, cleansing breath, and-

"BAAAAAAHAHAHAHA-"

Jake only glanced tiredly from Rep to Otto, watching silently as the room now had one less member, and then at Kat, who was verbally and physically harassing Mark. Everyone was being dumb, loud, noisy, and this was a complete waste of time. He just wanted to LEAVE.

You're welcome."

And then Solia happened.
He buried his face in his hands and groaned.

Solia offered Shiloh a donut. This one was an apple fritter. "Please don't stand on the chair, you will leave boot prints and I might have to clean those up later."

"Ay yai yai," Ian said to no one in particular, with a roll of his eyes. "What a bunch of drama queens."

He kept one hand on Shiloh's ankle to keep him from actually falling off the chair, a small smile on his face.

It was bad enough Otto and Rep were sceraming at each other, but suddenly Otto seemed to break, turning on his heel to leave the room completely, and Rep was shouting after him. She was already angry. Angry enough that she'd physcialy tucked herself in next to Noah to keep from getting in the middle of things, but the heartless jab about Otto not having a mother anymore hit just a little too close to home for the dainty sun hunter.

She was up on her feet and moving across the room before she'd even fully processed what she was doing. No yelling, no warning, just a determined stride that would carry her right up to Rep unless someone stepped in to stop her from making an awful mistake.

Because if she reached him it wouldn't be a yelling match anymore.

"Yeah..."

Ian was right there, the hand on his ankle a source of comfort and Shiloh was about to return a sort of grimace of a smile when Rep turned on him with a snarling 'no' and any comforting thought slowly wilted away. Shiloh narrowed his eyes.

"You especially shut up."

He was safe on the chair, right?