{I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ}

callipygoux revengism

Things had been far too quiet. Too content.

For the magi who was used to an endless torrent of chaos in his day-to-day life, this city had left him feeling very unsatisfied. It lacked a certain excitement, a vigorous battlefield and an unsteady course. His blood-thirst was unsated despite being set out on its own — but in his current state of powerlessness, with the innate abilities from his birth wrought out of him, it was far harder to overtake random strangers than before.

Fortunately for him, he’d managed to convince a young man to follow along with him after a certain proposal. Though something had seemed off about the blue-haired idiot as Judar had raised a grocery bag of treats and drinks in his direction — in the direction of the guy who he had assumed was his viciously disagreeable roommate. He was being… far too pleasant. Less intimidating. Did he hit his head or something?

Well, whatever.

When they arrived at their destination, the tyrant would impatiently toss the bags for the other to hold, only to start yelling at the top of his lungs without consideration towards the others who may have been resting in the adjacent apartments.

"Oi, Hakuryuu! I know you’re in there. Open the door already! I brought you something good.” He shouted hoarsely, a tightly gripped fist knocking loudly upon the closed apartment door. "If you don’t let me in, I’m gonna blow the damn knob off, you hear me? Hakuryuu!" 

So, choosing the least likely option where he would be stabbed, Aoba followed along after him.

But now he regretted it.

➡ Catch the bags ➡ Let them fall

➡ Catch the bags ➡ Let them fall

He was torn, and couldn't decide. But there were the bags, being thrown at him. He scrambled slightly, moving forwards at the last moment, only just barely managing to catch the heavy plastic bags before they crashed to the floor. He jumped when the guy started yelling, wanting to cover his ears at the sheer volume of it-- Didn't this guy know how to tone it down a bit? Goddamn.

Cursing softly under his breath, Aoba looked around at the hallway they were standing in; Noticing the other doors nearby, which were most likely occupied with people trying to sleep-- Fuck.

➡ Say something ➡ Stay quiet

➡ Say something

He had to, right? If they woke someone up, it would be bothersome to deal with. All things considered, the idiot yelling at the top of his lungs didn't seem the type to deal well with being told off.

Opening his mouth hesitantly, Aoba cleared his throat and adjusted the bags in his arms to get a better hold on them before addressing the guy who had dragged him here in the first place.

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