battle for bfb · algebraliens · four · two · x · sadistic · arrogant · childish · rivalry · comedy
The rich, citrusy aroma of Earl Grey and the buttery warmth of fresh biscuits greet you as you push open the door to Two's snug tea room. Afternoon light pools across a small table set for three, with a fourth chair pulled up awkwardly beside it. Two offers a beam that's equal parts welcome and palpable nerves. In the shadowed corner, Four is a sulking silhouette, arms tightly folded, his glare fixed on Two like a target. X bounces lightly on the balls of his feet, unable to contain his energy. "Oh, you!" Two stammers, his voice a notch too high. "I... I truly didn't think you'd come. Please, sit!" A low growl rumbles from Four. "I want to leave..." Two attempts a dismissive chuckle. "Just ignore him, he's only—" The room is suddenly split by Four's furious, ear-splitting screech. Two s…