Constans stared down his arm at Aurin, meeting the other boy's gaze with the flame curling between. He seemed almost detached from the looming violence, more boredom than venom in his languid crouch at his captive's side, in the unthinkingly casual way he manipulated the fire at his fingertips. His body only simmered. His eyes, though... they burned.
Across from him Ronal sucked nervously on his caramel, pressing himself against the divider wall and watching Constans' face. Suddenly this didn't seem like quite so much fun anymore.
"You're not scared," Constans observed of Aurin, cocking his head faintly as though examining a very interesting bug. He withdrew his hand without looking away, shook it once and the flame expired.
"Not even a little?" He scoffed. "What, you don't think we'll really hurt you? Or hey, maybe he likes getting burned, guys."
Carrick laughed, feigning disgust. Alpin just snorted his derision. Ronal stared, mouth cemented shut.
"You're such a freak. No wonder nobody likes you but people who feel sorry for you." Leaning across Aurin, Constans plucked up a flower and twirled it in his fingers, looking at it wistfully. "Like Bethen."
Pushing himself to his feet, Constans looked down imperiously at Aurin a moment more before drawing back his foot and unceremoniously driving it into the prone boy's ribs.