To the victor goes the spoils. Gyuutarou needs to keep his strength up, even if eating doesn’t actually make him feel any stronger. Still, old habits are hard to break, and if nothing else, it makes him feel a little bit better after the blows they got in on him. Some kind of revenge after the fact.
He’s pretty sure these people are aligned with NULL. Hard to tell from a glance, but they did attack him, so they might as well have been. Daki would be pissed with him if he went around carving up folks siding with the Stars. Maybe he just won’t tell her.
Some weird people in this city, though. Gyuutarou can’t help but wonder how they might taste.
His ears prick with a small sound, and he glances over his shoulder to find someone eyeing him. Hunched over a bloodied corpse, he must be an intimidating sight, but he merely wipes the blood from his mouth, not dropping his meal.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare, man? I don’t like people watching me while I’m eating. Unless you wanna join this guy, you should just keep walking.”
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