"Oh, you’ve made your point perfectly clear.”

Of all the things that bother him the most in situations like this, it is Archer’s cool demeanor that truly infuriates him. Just how he manages to stay neutral in the face of immediate danger is beyond him, and whilst Proton finds it quite an admirable trait at times, it only serves to antagonize him further in this present moment… So much so, in fact, that his blood is practically boiling as gloved fingers find themselves twisted in the neatly-ironed fabric of his so-called ‘leader’s shirt.

He isn’t used to this. Any normal person would react somehow — rage, terror, nerves, laughter… 

Practically anything would be better than the calm, passive murmurings he’s received in response to his advances, and so it is his need to control the situation that has him forcibly shove the other back against the surface of that Arceus-damned desk that he loves so much, only too happy to smear those pristine clothes into the dust that he’d been wiping away only moments earlier. 

"I hear a little role reversal can be healthy for people in the workplace, so let’s see just how you like being beneath someone else for a change.” 

—Because Giovanni’s prolonged absence has clearly gone straight to his head.

♚ — His mouth opened to ask if his point had been made clear, get a genuine answer than the anger filled spit he received. Archer's pushed his buttons a little too much but not that he cared. He never cared. Not in other situations. Interrogations, filing work, patrolling the building. He's never once batted an eye at doing any of that work.

♚ — But when Proton's gloved fingers wind into the front of his shirt, his eyebrows knit together for a moment and he's glancing from that hand back to its owner and back down to the hand. That shove that forces him back, presses him to the surface of the desk he works on makes the Executive's heart beat quicker. An evident worry flashes in Archer's eyes, even if his face is still void of any other expression, the way his eyes dart from Proton's hand back to the younger Executive's face being twisted by vexation. 

♚ — "And just what do you plan on doing with that thought in mind?" A hand raises and pushes against the other's chest, "You don't honestly think you can do something." His words are nothing but a bluff, as its evident Proton is capable of doing something. Especially with the amount of anger he's been shown already. It's made his heart beat quicken, nearly stirring a panic in his chest but he had to stay calm.

I want  h o n e s t  opinions about how I portray my character. If there’s a constructive criticism, I’d like to read it. If you’re too shy to say it, you can tell it with the anon on. 

You Make Me Sick

Track 2 from Egypt Central’s self-titled debut album.

Tell me about my Archer.

I touch myself whenever I think about you. More specifically, I rub my temples because I get a headache because you’re awful. 

when ur muse is just so in love with another muse that it’s ridiculous

I want  h o n e s t  opinions about how I portray my character. If there’s a constructive criticism, I’d like to read it. If you’re too shy to say it, you can tell it with the anon on. 

Send "Hey there" to pin my character against the wall and kiss them.