Re: [Midboss: Crying Table] Halfway through floor 6
Reizo was tired. And annoyed. Mostly annoyed. They’d finally caught up with Kouchisei and now he was having a shitfit about leaving, making (what he considered) idle threats and being a jackass to girls. Real tough guy. He’d have no qualms with leaving him there if he hadn’t already thought up so many delicious ways to make the boy miserable, and how couldn’t very well do any of those if he was sitting around in this creepy hospital?
“It’s cute that you suddenly grew a pair,” Reizo started, voice dripping with vitriol, “But it’s getting late and we’ve been searching for your ass for too long. You wanna be a bitch to people, you can do it when we get back, and maybe..“ He paused for emphasis, taking a long drag of his cigarette. When he spoke again, his voice was low and threatening. Practiced. “I won’t break you in half for making me waste my time on you.”
He dropped his cigarette, shot a quick glare at Kiriko for ruining his last one, and crushed the thing out underfoot. He’d either gotten comfortable in the dress, or was too angry to care about it anymore.