I'm not a fucking kid, corpsemeat, watch your rancid gaping mealtunnel. I went with you because who the fuck else would stand your stupid lousy smoker's cough?

[ Sollux is angry. he's pissed. he's positively furious and could very well chew nails if they were available. it's like the mountain's trying to get to him, wiggling its way into his pan the way Matt's nicotine addiction was, and it only makes him angrier.

hearing Matt's receding footsteps is only additional oil on the fire. ]

Like I even need you! Fuck.