Mamoru feels aggression, like some sort of spidey senses. He's already feeling quite smarmy about it.
However, he doesn't spend that much time reveling on the hate. He tsks something nastily and sighs something gruff.]
They're not specific. Fuckin' amateurs.
[He throws the knife into the ground, its blade lodging very close to Lottie's fingers with a muted sound. For someone who sounded slightly threatening a few moments back, he sure is okay with her having the weapon while hating his guts.] Fine. Get it over with.
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Mamoru feels aggression, like some sort of spidey senses. He's already feeling quite smarmy about it.
However, he doesn't spend that much time reveling on the hate. He tsks something nastily and sighs something gruff.]
They're not specific. Fuckin' amateurs.
[He throws the knife into the ground, its blade lodging very close to Lottie's fingers with a muted sound. For someone who sounded slightly threatening a few moments back, he sure is okay with her having the weapon while hating his guts.] Fine. Get it over with.