“Hurry up, human!” Kuzma growled, a good few steps away from the human who was slowly walking up the unsightly, overly brown hallway.

“There's no rush,” the human said calmly, hands in his pockets as he turned his head from left to right.

The way the man walked infuriated Kuzma. It was too slow, there was shuffling and sometimes, he suddenly stopped because a thought came to his mind that he deemed wasn't a big deal or he saw something that happened to catch his eye.

It all made Kuzma's left eyebrow twitch madly, his wings threatening to unfold from their pouch and tear through the large hoodie he wore.

Kuzma wasn't truly angry though. To be honest, he was displaying his rage so that he didn't show his embarrassment, that being his way of dealing with it.

But that had been more than a little bit humiliating. He practically ran towards the human’s scent—nevermind that his mind had been blank when doing so.

Another humiliating thing was his unconscious and childish joy at finding out the human hadn't known about the wolves, hadn't purposely put him in a room with one. It was stupid and illogical, emotional and unneeded.

Could he have gotten anymore pathet--

He paused in his steps, the reason being the heavy scent of countless wolves in the building, the other reason was the frowning old man standing in front of him and Kuzma thought he was trying to out glare him.

And that only made Kuzma glare harder.

“Norris,” the old man grunted, wrinkled lip curling up as the human finally caught up, standing beside Kuzma.

“Mr. Sweeney. How are you? How's that back treating you?” the human asked in that same soft way he spoke to Kuzma, making the sirin turn to look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

So it's not just me then? The human talks like that with everyone?

“Don't give me none of that, Norris!” the old man growled, pushing up his thin-rimmed glasses as his small cold blue eyes narrowed up at the human.

“I've had it just about up to here--” The old man raised a hand high over his head, the short creature only reaching to Kuzma's eyebrow with the hand, “--with the noise level from your dang apartment! It has been some kind of wild drunk night since last Friday! Keep your shit down and stop disturbing the rest of us!”

The audacity of this frail fucking insect to threaten someone that can break him with a mere push. Not even the human could put up with tha--

“I sincerely apologize, Mr. Sweeney. It's just a bit of spring cleaning and renovation. I promise not to bother you again.”

Kuzma looked at the human with widened eyes full of surprise.

What? What kind of reaction is that? Is he smiling? This disgusting thing just disrespected you, you fucking fool!

“See that you do. Coming here and disturbing the peace. Wonder why the landlord doesn't kick y--”

“Oi,” Kuzma finally spoke, shutting the little troll up.

“Shut up,” he said slowly, just to make sure the little spec understood, “or I'll rip off your tongue, you fucking toad.”

Kuzma sidestepped the sad little thing and walked on, his anger simmering below his stomach, the only signs of his urge to strangle the little creature being the slight twitch of his hands in the pockets of the hoodie.

He heard the human apologizing, again, to that thing before his surprisingly soft footsteps were heard and the man stood beside Kuzma.

“You didn't have to be so mean.”

“I will smash your stupid head through the wall, human,” he growled, more irritated with the human than he originally thought.

What kind of spineless worm let a lower being so much as look at them like that? It was only because the man smelt like death already that Kuzma didn't break his neck yet.

It was degrading and just made the human a pitiful sight.

His irritation only grew when he saw the human smiled, a small thing not many would've noticed but Kuzma did and he ground his teeth to keep himself from turning the man’s brain to soup.

At least the anger helped him forget about his display outside, mind too full of annoyance to even think about that.

“Why the fuck would you let such a disgusting thing talk to you like that? You may not be the highest example of your race--”

“Gee, thanks.”

“--but you are obviously not as weak as that. Letting someone so small not know their place is just pitiful.”

The human hummed as the turned to a right, the smell of wolf getting stronger the closer they got to the man’s home.

“Is that how you see it?”

What is he rambling about now?

“How else is one to see it?” he asked with a roll of his eyes, thinking the man was just another stupid human.

“I dunno but what you described…kinda just sounds like a bully. A stronger person putting a weaker person in their place? Yep. Sounds like a bully. An asshole. A dick. A turd. A shit-stain. A--”

“I get it,” Kuzma deadpanned, the human’s lips twitching.

“I don't do that. Not my thing,” the human said as they got to his door, the scent of five or so wolves emanating from inside and making Kuzma feel both rage and nausea.

“Then what is your thing, human?” Kuzma asked, voice getting quiet. He was mostly stalling, his heart beat so loud in his ear as the human unlocked the door.

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, feeling his fangs grow and body tense up as he prepared himself for battle.

The human then hummed again, that inappropriate smile still on his face.

“I guess my thing would be helping out bird-men that crash into my house.”

The human stood there after saying that, just staring at Kuzma who stared back and they just stared for a full minute before Kuzma finally said something, expression deadpan.

“In your head, did you think that was funny? Because it wasn't.”