[ His voice is low when he says it, an added growl to punctuate his sentence. That's funny. A liar is calling him a liar.
His blood begins to boil, but it's not enough for him to punch Ichiro in the face just yet. He can take care of the younger boy easily enough, and he's not even one to talk to smooth things over, but he knows that being called a liar himself ain't worth decking someone in the face over. Not yet, anyway. ]
I'll talk shit about you all I want. [ The murderous glint in his eyes is only focused on Ichiro for a few seconds. Samatoki turns to look back at the mirror so he can put his own shirt back on. ] You got guts sayin' somethin' like that, traitor. Wants me to teach you a lesson you won't ever forget.
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[ His voice is low when he says it, an added growl to punctuate his sentence. That's funny. A liar is calling him a liar.
His blood begins to boil, but it's not enough for him to punch Ichiro in the face just yet. He can take care of the younger boy easily enough, and he's not even one to talk to smooth things over, but he knows that being called a liar himself ain't worth decking someone in the face over. Not yet, anyway. ]
I'll talk shit about you all I want. [ The murderous glint in his eyes is only focused on Ichiro for a few seconds. Samatoki turns to look back at the mirror so he can put his own shirt back on. ] You got guts sayin' somethin' like that, traitor. Wants me to teach you a lesson you won't ever forget.