[The kid with the bloody nose is trying to stanch it with his shirt. His friends are clumping together next to him, looking both ways in fresh wild-eyed panic.
Hakkai smiles, and doesn't so much as slow down until he's almost even with the two teenagers who seem to have chosen "threaten" as their way out of this. Unsurprisingly, they're the largest of the bunch. One of them seems to have modeled his wardrobe off some early-2000s yakuza fashion magazine, from the oversized all-white jacket and cargo pants to the backwards baseball cap. Under it, while tall, he's lanky. The other, while not trying quite as hard with his attire, is smacking one fist into the palm of his other hand.
Better get out of here, four-eyes, he snarls. Hakkai smiles at him, and tilts his head to one side.]
My, my. No respect for property or for your elders! Your parents must be so disappointed.
[Surprisingly, it's white-jacket who takes the first swing. Hakkai ducks under it, catches his wrist, and comes back up to a standing position with the boy's arm twisted painfully behind his back.]
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Hakkai smiles, and doesn't so much as slow down until he's almost even with the two teenagers who seem to have chosen "threaten" as their way out of this. Unsurprisingly, they're the largest of the bunch. One of them seems to have modeled his wardrobe off some early-2000s yakuza fashion magazine, from the oversized all-white jacket and cargo pants to the backwards baseball cap. Under it, while tall, he's lanky. The other, while not trying quite as hard with his attire, is smacking one fist into the palm of his other hand.
Better get out of here, four-eyes, he snarls. Hakkai smiles at him, and tilts his head to one side.]
My, my. No respect for property or for your elders! Your parents must be so disappointed.
[Surprisingly, it's white-jacket who takes the first swing. Hakkai ducks under it, catches his wrist, and comes back up to a standing position with the boy's arm twisted painfully behind his back.]