“Impossible," Hozuki replied sharply while brushing the flower out from his hair, now walking over to where his long-term enemy had landed and poking him harshly in the cheek with his club. He had the worst of luck, running into him every other day was one of the many misfortunes of their lines of work. Crossing paths was inevitable, but always proved to be physically relieving in the end as he would give himself an excuse to abuse him over and over again. It was almost therapeutic, now that he thought about it.
”I have done nothing to apologize for, and you forgiving me is the last thing I would want, I’m perfectly fine you holding a grudge." He sneered, filled with bitterness as his gaze remained fixated on the other male.
”It’s things like that which are going to send you to Hell faster, where I can punish you properly for being such a detestable womanizer." He internally smiled, though his exterior remained unamused. That was right; Hozuki would loathe this man until his very last breath as a demon. Repulsive.
”And what of those flowers? For a woman, who is going to reject you?" The demon added on with a scoff. He didn’t know why Hakutaku even bothered trying at this point— he was far too slimy for any woman to appreciate. Hozuki believed in presenting a woman with the finest of points to offer of themselves, but as there were no such existent things in his entire body and soul, the chinese male would be doomed to face rejection time and time again. Typical.
