[Fawn]

If Fawnsqueak had been even slightly nervous or expected an outburst, he probably would've flinched from Blackhaze being suddenly in his face and downright invading his space. But in sheer shock, he stood, blank. It was a poker face fabricated from luck. It startled him, rattled his sense of safety with Blackhaze. He'd pushed too far and set him off.

And he was offended that Blackhaze thought he could... could just talk to him-- no, yell at him like that. (And not expect him to walk away. So why wasn't he walking away?) Paws firmly planted, Fawnsqueak's fur bristled in a display of unrestraint. (Pushover. Pushover.) The snappy outburst had him retreating inwardly though, and he regained a guarded exterior in seconds as he surveyed the stranger before him.

(This was what he'd wanted, wasn't it? Something real.) Now that he was here, he didn't know how to deal with it. Eventually, he mumbled awkwardly, "What you're doing isn't working."

@Father of the foof