TW: blood, amputation
Chishiya: Not to pressure you but I’m about to kill you for the umpteenth time today
Niragi: You know what you do you I don’t know why you even bother.
Kuina: Don’t be flattered Niragi he just wants to test his new DIY weapon on you
Niragi: Yeah I figured
Tatta: If you were to meet a face card, what would you do?
Mira: Drive them crazy until they kill themselves
Ann: Dissect them. Alive.
Chishiya: DIY, easy
Kuina: Drop kick them and twist their neck
Niragi: empty my bullets down their intestine
Ann: How about you Tatta?
Tatta:
Tatta: ..hit them with a mop? Are you guys okay? Do I need to get you therapy?
*Tatta leaning on a shipping container, holding his bleeding amputated wrist*
Arisu, panicking: T-tatta! I- uh, do you need a hand?
Tatta, half offended: I could really use one, yeah.
Usagi, frustrated with Niragi: Imagine being unable to die. Even hell doesn’t want you
Niragi, also annoyed: Imagine falling in love with someone that has a girl’s name when translated to English
Arisu, overhearing: Say that one more time and I’ll shove you down a rabbit hole myself.
Niragi: Oh I’m sorry Alice, did I offend you?
*Niragi standing awkwardly outside the hotel after being burnt to a crisp more than once*
Aguni: What are you doing here
Niragi: Resignation
Chishiya: What, hell got too overwhelming for you?
Niragi: Actually no hell sent me here, they couldn’t handle me.