"You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

Az looks at him, his eyes hardening, “Stop following me.” He pulls his tablet out and turns it on.

"What? who said I was following you? What were you and her talking about?" He rolled his eyes.

Az looks at him, “The trash can fell over, and I hadn’t told you the nickname, and yet you knew it. You were following me. And I know you do it a lot, so stop.”

"whats the harm? Why is your name scapegoat?" He huffed. "Ill tell Tyler your a liar if you dont tell me"

“I’m not a liar.” He scowls.

"so? He'll believe me if I say that"

Az glares at Trickster, silent.

"what's the name mean, what are you hiding? Carmen" he tilts his head, "Scapegoat, you got any other little nicknames?"

His jaw tightens and Az focuses his gaze on the other, “You don’t need to know that. It has nothing to do with you. It’s just a nickname.”

"riiiight. I heard some of the other stuff you guys were talking about." trickster grinned pulling out a small knife, one that he had pickpocketed off a stranger on the way over.

Az glares at him, “Ashe just wanted me to draw something.”

"what did she want you to draw Scapegoat?"

Az sighs, “Trick-“

"Welll? why aren't you telling me. I know your hiding something" He glared stabbing the knife into the table.

“Because it’s none of your business!” He snaps

"Don't yell at me" Trickster warned, his eyes going dark.

“I wasn’t-“ He sighs, blowing out a breath, “You don’t need to know everything. It’s none of your business, so drop it.” He turns away, his back to the other as he hunches over his tablet.

"why are you so defensive about it?" Trickster pulled the knife out of the table only to stab it again.

Az glares at him again, “Because, I don’t need to tell you everything. Okay? If I wanted you to know, I would have told you.”

"you seem very upset Scapegoat, why?" Trickster kept stabbing the table

“Because apparently you don’t know or understand what personal boundaries are. You keep following me, and then keep asking me questions I don’t want to answer.”

"well you keep keeping me from killing people, so it's only fair" Trickster shrugged.

“How in the actual fuck is that fair, Trick? Killing people and not wanting to tell you the reason behind my nickname are on to levels of socially acceptable and legality.”

"so? I don't care about 'legality' you should know that" he rolled his eyes and started playing the knife game, not paying much attention.

“I care.” He mutters and shakes his head, standing.

"why, where you going?" Trickster looked up, accidentally slicing his finger.

Az sighs, “Away.” He picks his tablet up.

Trickster stands up, "Can I come?"

“I’m going away from you. I can’t handle you right now.” He mumbles.

"what about Tyler, do you wanna talk to him, im sure he'd love to talk to you" Trickster huffed.