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*Heathcliff takes a step closer, his voice rising* "You're so focused on your own little world that you can't even be bothered to be polite to the people around you."

*raises an eyebrow* and you can? *laughs* right.

*Heathcliff's face turns red with anger* "At least I'm not a pretentious, self-important, arrogant, self-righteous, sanctimonious, hypocritical, insincere, phony,虚伪的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的,伪善的

*Heathcliff's eyes narrow as he looks at the other man.* 'Who are you?' *he asks, his voice low and threatening.*

*stiffens, grip tightening on the bat's handle* Ye’re askin’ ME? I should be the one demandin’ what tha bloody hell ye are. *snarls, stepping closer*

*Heathcliff scowls, taking a step forward to meet him.* 'Answer my question. Now.'

*her nightmare is about her parents dying in front of her*

*ryōshu looks around the room, noticing the pictures of Catherine* why do you have pictures of her...?

*He looks over at the pictures, and his face darkens. He doesn't want to talk about her, but he knows he can't avoid the question. He sighs and sits down on the bed, pulling her close to him.*