The temperature in the room could have lit a powder keg for more reasons than just the heat coming off of Grey. The two of them glared at one another like they wanted to take a bite out of one another's throats, neither one of them backing off.
Sparks flew between them and it felt like the world might very well collapse into a black hole between their gazes.
At this point, Mauve and Brad both had tried to stop it in their own ways, but one would have thought that Amunet and Grey couldn't hear them at all. They were too busy ripping each other a new one.
"FUCK!"
Grey turned to the side and slammed a foot out toward a couch. He didn't even watch as it slammed to pieces. He had long ripped a door from its hinges and stormed out.
Amunet scoffed and then found what was left of the seating arrangements to sit on, crossing her arms and staring out with a stormy gaze.
