Story: HMG (I found the original title. I cringed at the original title. I'm abbreviating the original title.)
Challenge: FOTD - Ruction
Word Count: 100
Summary: Earlier events lead to words between Janura and (to a much lesser degree) Yirien.
Notes: Yirien really doesn't care. This makes it hard to write... This took far longer than it should.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?!"
"You could've killed me!"
Yirien turned the page of his book.
"Weren't you even looking?!"
"You did it on purpose!"
A hand gripped his collar. Yirien ignored it.
"You tried to kill me, you little-"
"Like hell!" Janura snarled.
"It slipped," he reiterated, reading over Janura's arm.
The hand dragged him upright, a fist inches from his face. "Liar!"
"Believe what you want." He laid the book down carefully. "I don't care."
Ignoring Janura's curses, Yirien prised the fingers from his jacket and strolled away.