[He can click his tongue all he likes; what the man has said to him already has proven more than enough that his estimation was correct. Whatever he wants to call it- daemon-slayer, exorcist, hunter- it amounted to the same fate.]
[Ayakashi, certainly, made no distinctions. Their vengeance, too, was the same.]
[Matoba finally turns his head to look up at Rokurou, withering but thoughtful, and lifts his folded hands from his lap to wave him down. A strange but acceptable deal.] If you try to get inside my clothing, I will dump you on the ground.
[He's not entirely convinced Ro wouldn't like that, from past experiences, but.]
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[Ayakashi, certainly, made no distinctions. Their vengeance, too, was the same.]
[Matoba finally turns his head to look up at Rokurou, withering but thoughtful, and lifts his folded hands from his lap to wave him down. A strange but acceptable deal.] If you try to get inside my clothing, I will dump you on the ground.
[He's not entirely convinced Ro wouldn't like that, from past experiences, but.]