One of the bovine’s ears twitched. He… laughed? He did. He laughed at the bull’s words, as though he was joking about the value of life, of family, of loving memories. Then he had the audacity to try telling him what was legal, as though he was some amateur. Tried saying he could not do anything at all, as though he would not take lay a hand on him. And then he started toward the door, as though that is all there was to this, and he would get by scot-free.
To put it simply, that was more than enough to make the bull’s blood boil.
Dakota’s nostrils flared, causing the bandanna to drop, and the smell of death now fueled his rage rather than sadness. He slowly stood to full height, large pupils shrank, and by the time the feline had finished speaking, a gloved hand had gripped the back rest of a nearby chair.
“Wrong.” Said chair was hurled and shattered against the door frame before Genki reached it. “It’s called accessory to murder, and killin’ is killin’, no matter who they are.” Dakota had not moved from where he stood to throw it, but he gripped the edge of an entire table afterward, penetrating glare never leaving the pink cat. An average coward would have frozen in terror at the gaze from the massive figure alone.
“If you’ve done this before, I reckon hearin’ ‘you’re under arrest’ is nothin’ new,” the lawcow’s sonorous voice continued, before the table was raised over his head with one hand and little effort. “… Course, if you’d like to run, can’t say I’d mind breakin’ somethin’ on you, next.”
Did the bull really just throw a chair near the door frame that Genki was trying to reach? Now that was nothing short of rude, that was clearly a well made chair and thus it remained ruined as well as shattered. Some people can just be so short sighted about things, this mammal of the law seemed just like the sort.
So the lawcow wanted to bring the cat under arrest now? Oh now that would surely not do, perhaps a few words of advice should be given to the sentimental idiot before someone gets hurt. That someone of course was not going to Genki at all, well not in the sense that it would probably make things troublesome at least. There was a large grin being showed off before the pink cat began to speak again, this time with a slightly more darker tone.
"I have things to do and they can’t be stopped by one need to think they are doing the right thing. So you arrest me, no one will believe you that I had anything to do with these murders. I don’t have a simple gun on me, and all the ones that fired a shot are all dead.” The eyes began to appear half open as the cat was truly feeling bored about all this talking.
“Arrest me, hurt me, or even kill me and another like me or worse will take my place. You think someone like me is awful and ‘scary’? Imagine an entire civilization like me, all loving the violence like I do. So step aside and kindly fuck off, otherwise whatever dustball you will defend will be burnt to the ground in one single day. Your call really, ignore one bloodbath to prevent another one.” The professor turned around when he was done talking, not even caring if his words were given a listen. Genki did not run out or appear to flee, all he did was just walk away and not treat the other as a threat.