[ He doesn't know any Buddhists. Before he can defend his pride of being a Yaksha, a war daemon and certainly not a benevolent force with the way malevolence drips out of every pore, Matoba has the continued audacity to tap his forehead. Rokurou's mouth drops open in surprise before another flash of indignation has him do something stupid—snapping a hand up, he grabs Matoba's wrist and lurches forward to bite that finger.
It isn't a genuine bite. A snap of teeth, nothing more. He offers a resentful look while doing it, spitting the digit out of his mouth a moment later before slamming the side of his head back down onto Matoba's lap. He turns on his side so that he can look out into the vale and not at Matoba's stupid face.
He may be annoyed but he paid for this pillow, thank you very much. ]
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[ He doesn't know any Buddhists. Before he can defend his pride of being a Yaksha, a war daemon and certainly not a benevolent force with the way malevolence drips out of every pore, Matoba has the continued audacity to tap his forehead. Rokurou's mouth drops open in surprise before another flash of indignation has him do something stupid—snapping a hand up, he grabs Matoba's wrist and lurches forward to bite that finger.
It isn't a genuine bite. A snap of teeth, nothing more. He offers a resentful look while doing it, spitting the digit out of his mouth a moment later before slamming the side of his head back down onto Matoba's lap. He turns on his side so that he can look out into the vale and not at Matoba's stupid face.
He may be annoyed but he paid for this pillow, thank you very much. ]
I'm malevolent.
[ Harumph. ]