#txrrafirma

Ah, yes. Matsubusa. Rival, enemy, nuisance of the hour. Crossing his ankles beneath the table he was seated at in the small diner, he had been hoping at this breakfast hour to get a quick, hot meal and then head out. Instead, as his fingers ran themselves along the smooth, glossy laminated surface of the menu, Aogiri found his gaze flickering to where Matsubusa was seated some few tables away. While he was within a booth towards the back, comfortably settled by the window, there simply wasn't enough space between himself and the Magma leader for comfort. In fact, for him to be truly at ease, Matsubusa would preferably be within the depths of Mt. Chimney. Burning alive. Giving a low, disappointed sigh beneath his breath that this was not meant to be, Aogiri dragged his eyes back to the menu, plotting out some other means of satisfaction before his breakfast would arrive.