[wow. seriously? he was putting all of that energy into bitching out these sluggish players, but the second an opportunity to really do something about it presented itself he was back right out. was it because he'd actually have to fork over some kind of 'payment'? what a skinflint! the look Hazel would be leveling her companion's way could have curdled milk off sheer disgust alone.]
...fucking fine, whatever.
[sour as she was, it seemed like she still possessed a tiny modicum of common sense. with a deeply put upon huff she concedes defeat, crossing her arms almost petulantly to turn her attention back to the IMMEASURABLY SHITTY game. all is well, if more than a little put out.
...for a while, at least.
at some point after Yuri's gone back to hatewatching she's leaning down for a moment, ostensibly to check the clasps on her boots - but in reality she's forming a snowball. it only takes a second after sitting back up before she's chucked it directly at the head of the worst offender down on the ice, and when the novice demands to know just who the fuck had done that??? she's calling out to the guy without a moment of hesitation.]
Over here, shitface! Fucking surprised you even noticed the goddamn thing through your fucking coma! Get a goddamn move on!
[the object of her derision barks back an equally irritated retort - or tries to before finding himself pummeled by a second snowball to the face halfway through a sentence. Hazel's on her feet now, clearly ready to draw this confrontation out until a fight starts or the team wakes the fuck up.]
You heard me the first time! Your whole team's a fucking disgrace! My buddy's been bitching about you since the puck hit the ice!
[...oh, Yuri, she's gesturing at you as she says that. this could be mildly problematic!]
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...fucking fine, whatever.
[sour as she was, it seemed like she still possessed a tiny modicum of common sense. with a deeply put upon huff she concedes defeat, crossing her arms almost petulantly to turn her attention back to the IMMEASURABLY SHITTY game. all is well, if more than a little put out.
...for a while, at least.
at some point after Yuri's gone back to hatewatching she's leaning down for a moment, ostensibly to check the clasps on her boots - but in reality she's forming a snowball. it only takes a second after sitting back up before she's chucked it directly at the head of the worst offender down on the ice, and when the novice demands to know just who the fuck had done that??? she's calling out to the guy without a moment of hesitation.]
Over here, shitface! Fucking surprised you even noticed the goddamn thing through your fucking coma! Get a goddamn move on!
[the object of her derision barks back an equally irritated retort - or tries to before finding himself pummeled by a second snowball to the face halfway through a sentence. Hazel's on her feet now, clearly ready to draw this confrontation out until a fight starts or the team wakes the fuck up.]
You heard me the first time! Your whole team's a fucking disgrace! My buddy's been bitching about you since the puck hit the ice!
[...oh, Yuri, she's gesturing at you as she says that. this could be mildly problematic!]