Rata

help him...

"Yep, all a joke. And ya should really learn to take one, miss."

Breaking her grip on his wrist is easy, just a quick movement of his arm and he's free once more... and pushing an egg-stained finger on her forehead to push her away.

Frantically, she batted his hand away, sending pieces of shell shrapnel flying every which way. This mess would fall on someone's plate, and she knew it wouldn't be any of the Skulls. It never was and it was unfair.

"Learn to live a little? Fuck you! You're a selfish baby who lives to ruin things for everyone else, you self-important brat!"

It was uncharacteristic for her to curse this much, but something about all this - the selfishness, the mess, the fact that she was still here so late. God, was it too much.

"No, you know what? Just go. I don't know what the hell your problem is with us. The whole lot of you. Assholes."

"Damn. Didn't think ya even knew how to swear."

Hands go for his pockets, still, quite glad that she decided to stop there rather than call for... who knows. The cops? Is she gonna call Nanu? Fucking Nanu??? His smile just widened.

"Oh, please. A problem with you?

Y'all ain't as important as ya think you are."

"Everyone who's not a Skull."

That, of course, wasn't entirely true. Something about the Skulls always attracted the losers and weirdos, even if they didn't end up joining. Needless to say, Guzma had his own following of loser fans that he surely would deem important. At least a little. Kahili was too smart to call them all losers to his face. She knew better.

"You should go." Bitterness crept into her voice as she stood there in front of him, speckled with egg.

Or get a sponge and help me clean up your mess.

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