#moveextras 001

“VOOIIIIII!! GET OUT OF MY WAY BRAT!!!!” Squalo shouts as he shoves past the blond boy, his sword extending from his prosthetic arm. It was bad luck that his target was currently in the middle of being robbed by three armed men in masks. He points his sword out at the thieves. “YOU TOO YOU PIECES OF SHIT!” He just had to get to the man currently cowering under the table.

He is apprehensive, expression drawn too obviously nervous even when facing a child,  a teen, someone younger than he was; or at least he assumes. But it were all the same either way, Shoichi is always, always,  a l w a y s bad with  individuals whose face are contorted in that certain kind of ANGRY way, like he had done something wrong even before he could talk; even if it hadn’t been his fault----- the insistent music was certainly not his doing. 

“ Is it...really that bad ? ”  He doesn’t think so, the tune almost pleasant if only because it was idle; it makes his brain a little numb, makes him sleepy; Shoichi yawns, covers his mouth and rubs his eyes underneath his glasses.  “ You could just cover your ears---- listen to other music or earplugs maybe? ”