Nnoitra's single eye narrowed to a slit at Szayel's words and his lips, thin already, went tight as he gritted his teeth behind them. Nnoitra had a not-unfounded reputation for being virtually incapable of self control when it came to picking fights and his foul temper was almost legendary. Szayel seemed to enjoy testing him, trying to get a rise out of him, like a child poking a snake with a stick to see how long it took it to strike out in retaliation. His hand tightened on the arm of his chair as his anger rose, but the grip slackened as Lilinette's unexpected little projectile hit its target and his expression changed to one of surprise.
He looked from her to Szayel and held off on both spitting back a response and getting up and rearranging Szayel's face for him.
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Date: 2013-04-26 04:33 pm (UTC)He looked from her to Szayel and held off on both spitting back a response and getting up and rearranging Szayel's face for him.