* @necrotze said : "Ah. You have some fucking nerve brat" killing intent, killing a son. Delicate extremities rise. Resting 'pon shoulder, a single digit ‘pon both palms rise, for all five is demise. Malicious grin, seething ire as visage contorted to gaze ‘pon young blood. "Shh, if you make a scene here little hero. Who's to say I wont let my /friends/ out to play? Then it'll be a mess with so many heroes and corpses around, ah no fun. No fun at all hmm? Now. Let's have a nice chat"
UNHOLY . UNCLEAN . WRETCHED . IF SHOUTO WAS FRIGHTENED , HE BORE NO claim to it underneath the mask of indifference on his face, despite knowing that his very life could be stripped from his lungs should shigaraki decide it so. foolish / reckless / impulsive ----- words that carried no meaning within shouto. he would not walk into a den of WOLVES if he did not carry the means to defend himself. when he looked into shigaraki’s eyes, he saw the same untamed thing that seemed to WAR within himself. the rage is a weapon. ❛ you take me to be a fool, shigaraki? ❜ hissed words / slipped past clenched teeth, his gaze only darted away momentarily to take in his surroundings before coming back to claim dominance in locked expression. plant your feet, stand your ground, bear your teeth. his gaze BURNED --- holy fire swirling within the pale iris, but otherwise his face was blank --- void of expression.
❛ you want to talk? fine ----------- let’s talk. ❜