Zero fucks given. Next, please.
Byakuya togami was pissed.
Now, he liked to think he was a reasonable young man, superior to others, and in no way possible of losing his temper at petty things, but that gothic lolita brat had crossed a line, a line one does not cross.
Togami found himself storming off to find the gambler, huffing, his fist clenched and jaw set all the way. He found her calmly sipping tea, smiling slightly, before turning to look at him.
“What is the meaning of this?”
Togami demanded, and celestia feigned shock at the mess he held out to her.
“I assure you I have no idea.”
She said, but her pleased smile and the subtle glint in her eyes said otherwise.
“Who the hell wrote “money and naegi fucker” on all the insides of my suits if not you, you uncivilized dolt!“
“Zero fucks given. Next, please.”
Togami screamed.
