So, About Those Sweets? || Tatara
♘ It was one of those days again. Yes, it was that day that he wanted to tear someone's head off and watch them suffer for doing him wrong. So who would be the poor unfortunate soul that would have to deal with Fushimi's bad mood? Obvious the person who clearly thought he was only worth $3.81... One Tatara Totsuka.
He banged his fist against Tatara's door. The thought of the situation was just annoying. The longer he had to wait for him to answer the door and explained to him this stupid situation, the angrier he got. All he wanted to know was if he was in his right mind when he thought he could by the boy for a measly $3.81... And maybe show him a lit- Oh, screw that. He was already thinking about what he was going to do to make this smiling idiot pay.
"Tch... You better have a good explanation for this."
