Sinny The Fool
Boogaloo Anarchist
Tremki's head snapped towards Polin, his hair parting away from his eyes. His glare was filled with bloodlust, his expression was insidious. 'Kill him..' 'Kill him.' Kill HIM!!!' 'KILLLL HIM!!!' 'DO IT DO IT NOWW!!!' 'Tear him limb from limb, imagine..' He was going insane in his own little world of his, using hand gestures imagining a small figure and tearing it's limbs off, although to everyone else he would have just seemed odd, to him it was surreal. He remained sitting down, he could resist what he felt the need to do for now.