{ break. k i l l. destroy. }

"Huh, killin’ people is fun, but spendin’ time with my family and seein’ my cute sister all happy is even more fun."

"Wait, wait, ya' like killin' people too?" He asked in utter surprise, a pleased noise wandered out. "Guess you're an alright guy, or somethin'. Not that I'd know about family though, mine's dead." Shrugged.

"And why would I care ‘bout what other people think? Buildin’ sand castles is fun, so I like doin’ it."

"...I've never built 'em, so I wouldn't know." Admitted albeit reluctant, "But.. eh, how can that be fun? S'not like ya' kill people while doin' it." He pretty much only knew how to do t h a t.

"We should make a trip to the beach! I want to build a sand castle together with Aisha and Muna!" Rohroh. 29 years old. Has killed countless people. Spends his free time thinking about sand castles.

With a loud sigh - clearly annoyed - and a roll of his eyes, he put the weapon away and shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever, scum pile. M’hungry, so tell me where I can get food and we’ll be done here, simple. Right?”

Urge to kick this kid intensifies. Calm down, Alibaba, calm down. Don’t murder any children. “I’m usually not allowed to leave the gladiator school, I don’t know where you can buy food.” Honestly, he didn’t know anything about this city, even though he had been living here for his entire life. Funny. “I can’t go either, I have to wait for master. You’ll have to ask someone else.” Just fucking leave and let me alone before I decide to add some more bandages to your damn mug.

"Pffft! A big scum like you can't leave this shitty trash hole?" Another short laugh, arms crossing in front of his chest. "Yo, giant, screw that and show me around, 'k?" 

"You’d have to pay for damaging someone else’s property." But such a kid wouldn’t be able to harm him anyways.

With a loud sigh - clearly annoyed - and a roll of his eyes, he put the weapon away and shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever, scum pile. M'hungry, so tell me where I can get food and we'll be done here, simple. Right?"

|| You know what they say; the bigger they are, the harder they fall. (And the funner it is to bring them down!) In this case, Ja’far wishes to do something terrible to this fella, simply because he was damn close to bumping into the assassin chief. “Who the fuck are ya’, eh? Do you have a death wish, giant pig?”

Come on, this brat was so damn tiny, it was really not too surprising that he didn’t see it. The way he talked reminded Alibaba of some barking, little dog, certainly not feeling threatened by the insults spitted out at him. He was kinda getting the urge to kick the boy away, but sadly his master would get pretty pissed if he harmed any random people. Even if they were just some weird brats. “I am terribly sorry.” Not really sounding like that, though. “I simply didn’t see you there.”

"The fuck? 'k, you seriously wanna' die, don't ya? Are you friggin' makin' fun of me!?" That was certainly what it sounded like! Saying he hadn't 'seen' him was implying such! With triangular blades pointed at the tall idiot, he scoffed. "Don't test me, 'k?"

"But chief—" ouch. The kick to his shin of course made him fall to the other. He didn’t say anything at the other kick. Truth be told, they kinda really hurt, but there were worse things. "Chief listen! If I kill one guard, the others would notice, and then so would the townspeople around them, and in the end I would have needed to kill everyone in the town. People would notice it and then the purpose of it would have been defeated anyway!"

"..." Well, fuck, he was right. A little bit. But Ja'far didn't like to lose, much less to this stupid piece of crap! "T'ch!" And that's why he whacked the top of Vittel's head with the back portion of his blade as to not fatally injure him. "Whatever, ya' useless moron! We're gonna' sneak back into town, and if ya' fuck it up again, I'll fuckin' hurt you."

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"Why the fuck are ya’ standin’ over there, Vittel?” he asked, shifting a digit a little to point at him. “I’ve been waitin’ too long for your stupid ass to bring food!” 

"Well, you see chief, I actually wasn’t able to get any food." He raised his hands defensively. "There were a lot of guards in town, you see, and it wasn’t safe enough to walk around freely to get food!" And he could only hope that was enough.

"That's a shitty excuse, worse than your ugly face!" He commented, stomping over to where Vittel stood and, quite mercilessly, delivered a kick to his shins. "Does it look like I fuckin' care!? If ya' can't sneak, kill them all! Aren't you a," another kick, "damn assassin, ya' piece of shit!?"