As he picks it up, holds it in his hand... and just something in him feels so compelled to throw it right at the wall. Right there, across the room.
His eyes still have that glint as he looks at the glass, and he just feels all of that frustration involving his situation bubble up, boiling over. He grits his teeth, and with a quiet growl, he chucks it at the wall, which causes it to shatter into pieces.
And then he stops again... before looking at Akira.
"...I'll clean up the mess once I'm finished. It's the least I can do, considering the fact I'm the one creating it in the first place."
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As he picks it up, holds it in his hand... and just something in him feels so compelled to throw it right at the wall. Right there, across the room.
His eyes still have that glint as he looks at the glass, and he just feels all of that frustration involving his situation bubble up, boiling over. He grits his teeth, and with a quiet growl, he chucks it at the wall, which causes it to shatter into pieces.
And then he stops again... before looking at Akira.
"...I'll clean up the mess once I'm finished. It's the least I can do, considering the fact I'm the one creating it in the first place."