This boy killed his owner, no wonder why he's been brought here to be sold off or to be terminated. There's a part of him that wouldn't mind being killed off, if only to leave this hell hole, but he also knows that if he dies, there's nothing holding back Mikoto and Totsuka from lashing out.
It's only by izumo's words after all that the two of them are safe.
But it's amusing to see the seller look so shaken.
It's enough to have Izumo smile, that smile that would be enough to send chills down anyone's spine. The smile of a killer, of a man whose nickname is just about as deadly as the infamous Red Lion. But Izumo doesn't like to dwell on his past, simply staring the seller down.]
I insist. I want the boy. [His fellow patrons recoil from the voice in his tone, from the murderous aura that surrounds him.
He's not a fighter; he hasn't been made that way, fortunately, but it can't be argued that Izumo has the spirit of one. Why need a fighter when you can get down and dirty yourself?]
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This boy killed his owner, no wonder why he's been brought here to be sold off or to be terminated. There's a part of him that wouldn't mind being killed off, if only to leave this hell hole, but he also knows that if he dies, there's nothing holding back Mikoto and Totsuka from lashing out.
It's only by izumo's words after all that the two of them are safe.
But it's amusing to see the seller look so shaken.
It's enough to have Izumo smile, that smile that would be enough to send chills down anyone's spine. The smile of a killer, of a man whose nickname is just about as deadly as the infamous Red Lion. But Izumo doesn't like to dwell on his past, simply staring the seller down.]
I insist. I want the boy. [His fellow patrons recoil from the voice in his tone, from the murderous aura that surrounds him.
He's not a fighter; he hasn't been made that way, fortunately, but it can't be argued that Izumo has the spirit of one. Why need a fighter when you can get down and dirty yourself?]