(He's annoyed. He can feel his temper rising and he bites on the plastic spoon, chewing on it angrily as he glares at Ryouma. Through gritted teeth,)
Quit acting like it was nothing. You don't know... d'ya know who'd be upset if ya kicked it again?
(And his eyes are shifting, looking for Ryouma's sword. Swords? No, he remembers the other sword he saw but he's thinking about the first one in particular right now. The one that has already had to endure losing Ryouma while at his side. )
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(He's annoyed. He can feel his temper rising and he bites on the plastic spoon, chewing on it angrily as he glares at Ryouma. Through gritted teeth,)
Quit acting like it was nothing. You don't know... d'ya know who'd be upset if ya kicked it again?
(And his eyes are shifting, looking for Ryouma's sword. Swords? No, he remembers the other sword he saw but he's thinking about the first one in particular right now. The one that has already had to endure losing Ryouma while at his side. )