#ennjoy

Go ahead...what are you waiting for....

❛ say, are ya planning anything for koro—sensei later ? wanna discuss strategy ? tried talkin' sense into terasaka over there, wouldja know — that skull's just too darn thick. ❜ flippantly / with ill—intent, the devil bears it's fangs unprovoked, with the intention to have it's bite reciprocated in venomous stings. karma offers the hotheaded response with an apathetic shrug, self—satisfied with all that button pressing. simply just to be the annoying itch beneath his skin.

his name being called. . . a strained relationship that they never found the rekindling of so far, a silent acceptance of the drift and crash. after all the people karma trashed for nagisa, all the broken noses and limbs, people put on crutches for the way they spoke ill of karma's precious friend. gentle hues meet his own conniving ones. evil little plotting and vile torturous plans that the red-head came up with.

❝ karma-kun, ❞ always a bit cautious of the childhood friend, he wasn't above broken glass bottles and knives to people outside the program too, he's held a sharpened bottle to nagisa's bullies even recently. ❝ oh, no, i didn't have anything planned after the whole collabirating on his weaknesses... ❞

a small smile and a shake of his head as he talked about how dense terasaka and the gang were... yeah. that added up. he could tell karma was getting bored and that they needed to get some sort of stimulation in the form of plans and assassin work... or else they'd find someone to make it their problem.