Shiba gave a disgruntled grunt, sat on his Throne in the Room of Renouncing, the Shinjuku Form of the Room of Reckoning to Simply Explain it. He had No Idea if this Place Existed prior to the City's Inversion, nor did he Exactly Care. After all, that's in the Past. Why should he Care if it's been here? Especially now that this Place is his. It belongs to him.
Not only the Room, but everything that Shinjuku is Classified as. And reminding himself about such always made him feel pure ecstasy.
He looked around - Glancing around. He didn't move his Head. The place is Quite big - he knew behind him was the Silhouette of the Cocoon Tower, and behind that the Government Building. Though he didn't note of the Colours he sees, Despite come here more then Once after being Alerted of its Existence.
Black and Blue - like a Bruise. Though it looked good.
Then, his eyes came down on the Lone Dixiefrog. He had Torn both of it's Legs off and Tied some Rope around it. He had Fun Watching it Squirm and Struggle.
Had, because now it's nothing but a Bore. So, he Leaned forth and picked it up by the Rope. He soon placed his Hands on both Sides of it as he began to pull.
Pull and pull and pull before he finally Tore it in Half, it becoming nothing but Static, and the Static soon Fading. Shiba scoffed at seeing the Rope drop to his Lap, Simply picking it up and throwing it off to the Side as if Handling something Disgusting.
