[ A little cursed? A little cursed? Rokurou's jaw drops at the absolute audacity of this man. He sits up onto his elbows, remaining half prone as he narrows the distance between their faces to add emphasis to his point: ]
I'm a daemon. A little cursed? Are you kidding me? [ obvious frustration deepens; rokurou's brow furrows and his lips turn down, looking every inch a young man kicking up a stink he isn't getting his way. ] And I'm twenty-two. What are you? Twelve?
[ ............... said in the pettiest and bitchiest way. How dare his lack of humanity and journey as a daemon be mocked? It's natural for someone like him to be hated. Natural for an exorcist to hate him. Ah, ah, aaaah? ]
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I'm a daemon. A little cursed? Are you kidding me? [ obvious frustration deepens; rokurou's brow furrows and his lips turn down, looking every inch a young man kicking up a stink he isn't getting his way. ] And I'm twenty-two. What are you? Twelve?
[ ............... said in the pettiest and bitchiest way. How dare his lack of humanity and journey as a daemon be mocked? It's natural for someone like him to be hated. Natural for an exorcist to hate him. Ah, ah, aaaah? ]