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Oh he's pouting now? That's kinda cute, not gonna lie. He's lifted up by the shirt (kinda impressive), and just like he expected, Guzma returns the favour. Archie hisses too, but the grin never falters. That stupid, shit eating grin of his...

"Ya content now?"

He laughs. The bite stings for sure, but... He's had worse.

"Or can ya do better?"

WROSTIE I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

The bite hurts, nothing to say about it-- holding in another hiss turned out to be much more difficult than he first thought. And it will leave a fucking mark. Ironically, that's what pisses him off the most--

--no wait it's the smirk. The smirk pisses him off the most.

Squinting, Guzma pouts for a few seconds as he finds the words. Considers punching those teeth off, but that would just be straight up pussy shit. Proof that he couldn't handle it.

Soooo. The free hand grabs Archie's shirt, pulls him in and returns the fucking favor. Fine. Explain your own bite mark on your neck, asshole. Two of us can play this game.