To say that Rock was in a particularly foul mood because of a certain Hollow would be an understatement. Even after cooling down a bit by going out for a ride, he was still furious over what Shiro had said to him- especially pertaining to what he knew about the nightmare that had been broadcasted onto his journal earlier that week
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So close...but stopped by a pack of sentimental fools.
To say that the Hollow was vindictive would be too specific a definition for whatever passed for thought in it's cold, mad mind.
It would suffice, though, as a fair facsimile.
And so, here he was again. This time, he had simply searched until he caught the familiar scent of the blond boy, and then followed the trail back to an apartment complex.
There, he crouched, waiting midair before the assortment of doorways, and saw the boy step out rubbing at the shoulder that the Hollow remembered wounding the last time.
"Awww...pity, I wanted to see how pretty your scar is going to be~."
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"Sorry, but I don't think scars are gonna help me out."
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Almost conversational, now, if it weren't for the lilting madness in his cold eyes, or the mockery in his voice.
"Oh? I thought scars showed just how much you survive....or something equally as ridiculous."
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"What the hell do you want here, besides annoying the hell out of me."
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