You better not waste my time.

He just didn’t strike her as that kind of a person.

                                                                                         And it's probably better that way.

“It’s my business ‘cause you look like the flea,” Shizuo said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Tell me where they fuck you came from. Are there more of you? Is this one of the flea’s stupid ideas?”

     "If you think I'm his twin or something you're wrong. That thought alone is disgusting." Further explaining would require him to be comfortable with whoever he was talking to, which wasn't the case. "I only know another look-alike, and I seriously don't care if there are more. What's it to you, anyway? Go kill the original." Do me a favor.

     ”…I don’t remember giving you my name, Blondie.” He was slightly confused when he was adressed by his name. Who wouldn’t be if a stranger called them.

"You don’t know what those are?" A brow quirked as Delic stared at Hachimenroppi. Given, the man had the coldest of voices, but his expression was rather adorable. Ignorance could truly be something when on the correct person. On this kid’s case, well, it was appealing. "Just short names, ya know. Given to someone in a playful manner." Perhaps, if Delic was vague about it, Roppi would accept into letting the former use pet names on him. That would had been nice. 

     "No, I don't." Something about his description felt fishy enough to make him squint at the other male, as if waiting for him to add any details that made him make up his mind about this nonsense he called 'pet names'. "I'm not sure if I want to know your definition of playful." His word choice just made it suspicious, at least to him. But curiosity was slowly taking control of him, and he spoke without thinking. "Very well. Give me an example, then."

Fandub by Shoose (しゅーず) [sm18730331], not Hiroshi Kamiya 

     ”…I don’t remember giving you my name, Blondie.” He was slightly confused when he was adressed by his name. Who wouldn’t be if a stranger called them.

“Ah, not a disappointment. I’ll just figure one out for you.” The blond could not tell whether the apology was an true one or not. The voice Hachimenroppi held, after all, was ever so cold. “Roppin, I think that sounds good. Definitely much better than the mouthful it I would have to say otherwise. Unless you like pet names better.” Delic waved a hand, waiting to see the response he would be given to the suggestion. 

     "I don't like nicknames at all. No exceptions." He always felt like he was being object of mocking comments every time he  was called something different than his name. And yet some people continued doing so. It was exhausting, annoying, and it drove him up the wall. I'm not a fucking kitten. The following words made him quirk an eyebrow, not knowing the meaning behind those. "...Pet name?" Was he going to regret asking? Probably.