[ Nishitani tosses his cigarette to the side, stepping close to Childe, hands in his pockets but no less imposing, looming, a dangerous glint to his eyes. He stops in front of the other, just a touch too close to be comfortable, forcing himself close, knowing Childe won't give up ground when trying to seem strong. ]
[ Nishitani grins, but there's no humor there. He's baring his teeth, a threat if there ever was one. ] Then prove it, kid.
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[ Nishitani grins, but there's no humor there. He's baring his teeth, a threat if there ever was one. ] Then prove it, kid.