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Vrunir seemed completely unable to keep himself out of trouble. Collar or not, the fighting spirit within the hybrid was an unbreakable one, which just ended up causing constant altercations between him and guards and slaves alike that talked to him in a way he didn't like. Not out of anger, no, not when emotions were so foreign. It was simply out of boredom. It was clear he couldn't learn a lesson. Today was no different, one off-hand comment from a fellow slave and he was in their face with threats and insults. This time he almost managed to land a punch, almost before he was being dragged off by some guards.
He let his insults continue to fly, half expecting them to put him back in that stupid cage. He welcomed the idea, at least then he would have a cube of personal space. Unfortunately though, it seemed he'd be facing the direct source of consequences. He was dropped on the floor of the enforcer's office like a sack of rocks, immediately jumping to his feet and spitting at the shoes of the guards who had brought him there. "Assholes. Couldn't let me get one fuckin' hit?" He threw his hands up dramatically, huffing before turning his attention to Yuta. "Lemme' guess, i'm in trouble?"
