Agito picked up the towel he brought off the bench, being careful not to disturb the sleeping kitten that was snuggled into his hoodie. Unfolding it, he screwed at his face and dyed off his hair a little before draping the towel over his small shoulders. He ignored Akira completely, thinking he should have but more force into his kicks. Hell, he should have brought his AT to do more damage to the Behemoth. Inviting Akira along was a stupid move. A very stupid move. Fuck, he should have considered that Kaito and Akira were sharing a room and probably eating each others faces all day. What difference did Agito being there to see it? None.
Best friend and older brother. Just fucking great.
His attention shifted and he let his golden gaze drift over to the pair as he heard Kaito's cry. This made the Fang King wonder back over, just to take out his wrath more so. "This is fucking pathetic. You two are made for one another." He scoffed, letting his gaze settle on Kaito. " You can't do a fucking thing by yourself. You need Akira to save your ass otherwise you end up dead and make us all fucking sick. You know how many times I had to try to comfort Akito when you died? Huh?" Not waiting for answer he planted his foot on Kaito’s back in a quick motion, pushing his weight on him as well. Then his attention shifted to his late best friend, arms once again crossing over his chest. " And you. Behemoth my fucking ass. You've grown soft to. You’re just about as useless as he is.” Getting off of Kaito he moved next to Akira, standing over him. Lemme guess, he pays you by sucking on your dick now? Nice upgrade from that other fucking slut of yours. Ren, right? Tch. You both fucking make me sick!” He scowled, glaring and proceeded to give the brunette another sharp kick, only this time in the face.