Duncan had a cheeky, angelic grin, honed to perfection over the years and saved for situations much like this one. He wanted a rise out of the kids he claimed as friends; people that were friends only because they had been Elenaâ€™s first. It was funny to him just because it was so easy.<br/><br/>Something pricked him and he noticed the glass sparkling, stuck in the cloth at his shoulder. It brought an angry grunt and something of a sigh from him as he pulled off the shirt and tried to shake the shards of glass out.<br/><br/>It occurred to him that Akki might be hurt only when Jen asked him, but it didnâ€™t matter that much to him. Not like it should, like it probably would to the others. Duncan didnâ€™t pay him much attention except to taunt him ruthlessly anyway, under the guise of friendship.<br/><br/>When he saw his sister bleeding, he abruptly stopped his attempt to get rid of the glass and stalked over to Kyle. With all the assurance of being the biggest and the oldest, he shoved at the other man. â€œYou got her hurt, you little shit stain. Fucking apologize, right now.â€