[ The sushi massacre comes and goes, and if there's a growl coming out of the back of Kyouya's throat, it's best to ignore it, the way the waitress studiously ignores him in favor of cleaning up the surrounding areas, empty tables and empty chairs, half-eaten food and wads of clash left by hurrying customers off spending their merry days away from the onset of world war three. He hears the cavallone's men move, maybe wary. Maybe in need of good camera angles.
He chews his own food slowly, as if the Cavallone's cultural and culinary ignorance is as hard to swallow as his measly attempts at creative folding. ]
You could ask him.
[ The baby, one that bears great and terrible knowledge, and a penchant for figuring out Kyouya before he can even plead guilty. Essentially, Dino might as well bare his neck under a guillotine the moment the baby so much as greets Kyouya when he passes through the street of Sawada Tsunayoshi's house.
Essentially, Kyouya likes the challenge and will do it, but not for anyone else, and not without knowing what really is at stake here. ]
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He chews his own food slowly, as if the Cavallone's cultural and culinary ignorance is as hard to swallow as his measly attempts at creative folding. ]
You could ask him.
[ The baby, one that bears great and terrible knowledge, and a penchant for figuring out Kyouya before he can even plead guilty. Essentially, Dino might as well bare his neck under a guillotine the moment the baby so much as greets Kyouya when he passes through the street of Sawada Tsunayoshi's house.
Essentially, Kyouya likes the challenge and will do it, but not for anyone else, and not without knowing what really is at stake here. ]
Or is that too difficult of a feat for you?