"I never thought I'd be subject to a human stick bug! I could play a tune on those itty bitty ribs..."
This happened every now and then. Not TOO often, because Nnoitra really didn’t look like the sort of guy who you could talk shit to without getting your face smashed in. Which was exactly the sort of guy he was. On those rare occasions that someone DID mention something about his build, Nnoitra never let it go unpunished. He hated such comments. He hated them just as much as an overweight person probably hated being called fat. Nnoitra had ALWAYS been insecure about his body. Always been repulsed by it. He hated that he didn’t look strong. If only he had that large, muscular build that other men had. Then people would see him and see his strength. Not see him and wonder if he had an eating disorder. Alas, Nnoitra couldn’t put on weight. His genetics simply didn’t allow him, no matter how much he ate. He had to eat a lot just to maintain his current weight.
The guy who threw this insult at him was that fucking freak. A guy who was probably as insane as he looked. Not someone who probably thought about the consequences of his words. Nnoitra had literally seen him kill someone, but that didn’t mean he was going to let him get away with this. Nnoitra wasn’t a coward and to defend his pride, he would gladly get himself into trouble. Nobody was going to be allowed to talk shit to him! He SNEERED at the other man, hands curling into fists as a clear warning of what was about to come. Was he going to fucking punch him in the face? YEAH!
❝ Shut ‘da FUCK up! Ya think I’m gonna take shit from some creepy ass clown?! ❞










