[ He's wearing a third name now, asshole. Those tricks won't cut it anymore. ]
Fuck off.
[ The dismissal is automatic, the words barely thought before they're spoken. His expression catches up a second later, disdain swapped for a wary kind of... no, mostly he's just tired. He's really goddamn tired, and his arm hurts, and his head hurts, and he's been blighting Goku and Hakkai for days now with his stupid broken heart, and Chikusa here is just the icing on the shit cake.
He clutches his pile of books a little closer to his chest, and just keeps walking. Maybe Chikusa won't follow him. ]
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Fuck off.
[ The dismissal is automatic, the words barely thought before they're spoken. His expression catches up a second later, disdain swapped for a wary kind of... no, mostly he's just tired. He's really goddamn tired, and his arm hurts, and his head hurts, and he's been blighting Goku and Hakkai for days now with his stupid broken heart, and Chikusa here is just the icing on the shit cake.
He clutches his pile of books a little closer to his chest, and just keeps walking. Maybe Chikusa won't follow him. ]