[ Holding a broken whiskey bottle full of apple juice up to his mouth, Belphegor sat down on one of the broken and thrashed chairs in a rather bare looking room, being careful to keep it balanced between the three legs it still had- although once he got a sip of the juice, the prince was bringing himself up to his feet, kicking the chair over,
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[This is a pissed off girl. She herself is tearing into an apple.]
The hell do people think they have the goddamn right to just go around wasting food?
Eat that or I'll kill you.
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I refuse.
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You're asking to get somethin' torn off, prince asshole.
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You don't look like a fighter, skinny boy.
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[A huff.]
You wanna test that theory, dumbass prince?
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[It leads to an empty parking garage.]
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'shishishi, little lamb, come out, come out wherever you are.
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[Kyoko strolls out from behind him, holding a large loaf of bread, her other hand shoved in her coat pocket. She chews into it, eyeing him over- better see what kind of fighting style this guy had before getting into it.]
[He couldn't be any harder than a witch, right?]
Your nicknames suck, Blondie.
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[ Raising his hand, he moved it to about the height of Kyoko- in front of himself, of course. ] So small, ushishishi.
Belphegor, that's my name- not blondie.
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[Moving her hand out on her hip, her gaze turns into a pout. She chews on the bread for a few more seconds.]
The hell kinda name is that? Your parents must've been as freaky as you, Jingle Bel.
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[ Those words, they had that large grin turning down into a frown, his left hand raising to toss a knife in Kyoko's direction, aimed down towards the right side of her ribcage. ]
Oh no, they were much worse.
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