[There were very few insults that actually got to Miguel these days, but that just happens to be one of them. And that fucking smirk as he said it... Miguel hated that smirk more than anything. Seeing it only gets the larger man's blood boiling. For a long moment, Miguel does nothing but glare; still holding two fistfuls of Vulpes' hood, even as sharp glass begins cutting into his skin... and then the drunkard is back to grinning himself, as a thought comes to mind.] So I'm a dog, eh?
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[There were very few insults that actually got to Miguel these days, but that just happens to be one of them. And that fucking smirk as he said it... Miguel hated that smirk more than anything. Seeing it only gets the larger man's blood boiling. For a long moment, Miguel does nothing but glare; still holding two fistfuls of Vulpes' hood, even as sharp glass begins cutting into his skin... and then the drunkard is back to grinning himself, as a thought comes to mind.] So I'm a dog, eh?