[i]His hand reached out to grab Korie's chin, bring it around to face Ian's, then he kissed them. A full on, passionate and experienced french kiss as well, and he held them there for some time, before finaly separating from them,,taking a low breathe, before he walked over to the vending machine.[/i]

This certainly got Antwon's attention, having him shoot back upright on the angled pillar. He had to admit, the guy knew how to get a reaction. Not necessarily a good one, leaving Ant with a very clear mental note to never let this guy five feet in his vicinity. But it was quite impressive to get any attention out of the delinquent. Then the one with the desperate need for assurance spoke up again.

[i]“Oh, and Antwon,” Korie looked towards the one who casually ‘swatted’ them aside, “Do change that attitude and do at least try to at least put up a fight… so that you can at least be able to protect someone this time instead of leaving them to die"[/i]

Antwon turned his head slowly in its direction, very slowly. He simply looked at it, his fists clenched, filled with anger and pity for the creature. He shook his head with a scoff, attempting to hold back a response, but was clearly distraught by the distasteful commentary. [b]"You call a cheap blow [i]earning[/i] answers."[/b] He leaps down from his raised platform, and can't help but laugh under his breath again. He approaches the table, sits down next to them. [b]"Maybe I don't deserve an answer to that. But this false sense of superiority you're playing? You sure as [i]shit[/i] can't convince anyone you have any answers. Real answers, anyway."[/b]

Antwon pushes his chair back forcefully, swats again. [b]"That's all you'll be getting from me."[/b] And with that, he moved back to his arched pillar, swinging up to the horizontal axis, hanging out as he was before.