[Kazuya made a noise that was slightly strained, his lips pressing into a thin, white line. For a moment, it seemed like he was mute with anger, unable to reply to Hyoubu's query, before the tautness in his body slowly leached away, his hand reaching out to pluck up a palm-sized cherry tart and bite into it hungrily. His lips were stained red.
There was no way to explain Naoya's plan without revealing sensitive things, but thus far Major Hyou-Kyou had taken things in stride, was peculiar himself, and possessed supernatural abilities. Perhaps Kazuya could expose himself without worry of judgement or needing to treat him dismissively just so that any words from fear or anger wouldn't touch him]
To get revenge, obviously. Only people with that on the brain would do something so stupid. [Kazuya's tone was practically dripping with disdain, and his next bite of the tart was particularly vicious] You think after a few thousand years you'd let bygones be bygones, but no, seemed like he had nothing better to do than stew on a grudge instead of, y'know, doing something productive for society. Better yet, he decides to sacrifice a shit load of people for it and almost end humanity itself just to settle a score - and even better, he dragged me into it!
[CHOMP. That poor tart was practically being savaged]
I'm not comfortable in being a murderer - wow, what a concept! It's like I have a sense of decency or something! You know, enough of a fucking brain to go "well, that happened a long time ago, and clinging to that past is just going to fuck over the future and hurt people who are in no way, shape, or form, related to that, so may as well move forwards", but no, he's so stuck in the past he may as well be a fossil.
[The cherry tart was finished, brutually devoured by a steaming mad Kazuya. He roughly wiped his mouth clean of crumbs and hissed venomously;] He's such a child! A stupid, immature brat! You know what, next time I see him I'm gonna wallop him. Yeah! I'll beat some sense into that thick skull of his! Psh, someone needs to... that little... [Mutter, mutter, grumble, grumble, murderous glowering...]
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There was no way to explain Naoya's plan without revealing sensitive things, but thus far Major Hyou-Kyou had taken things in stride, was peculiar himself, and possessed supernatural abilities. Perhaps Kazuya could expose himself without worry of judgement or needing to treat him dismissively just so that any words from fear or anger wouldn't touch him]
To get revenge, obviously. Only people with that on the brain would do something so stupid. [Kazuya's tone was practically dripping with disdain, and his next bite of the tart was particularly vicious] You think after a few thousand years you'd let bygones be bygones, but no, seemed like he had nothing better to do than stew on a grudge instead of, y'know, doing something productive for society. Better yet, he decides to sacrifice a shit load of people for it and almost end humanity itself just to settle a score - and even better, he dragged me into it!
[CHOMP. That poor tart was practically being savaged]
I'm not comfortable in being a murderer - wow, what a concept! It's like I have a sense of decency or something! You know, enough of a fucking brain to go "well, that happened a long time ago, and clinging to that past is just going to fuck over the future and hurt people who are in no way, shape, or form, related to that, so may as well move forwards", but no, he's so stuck in the past he may as well be a fossil.
[The cherry tart was finished, brutually devoured by a steaming mad Kazuya. He roughly wiped his mouth clean of crumbs and hissed venomously;] He's such a child! A stupid, immature brat! You know what, next time I see him I'm gonna wallop him. Yeah! I'll beat some sense into that thick skull of his! Psh, someone needs to... that little... [Mutter, mutter, grumble, grumble, murderous glowering...]