For a second, Zenkichi actually blinked-caught off guard. His brows lifted in something between disbelief and exhausted amusement.
"I’m... what now?" The words slipped out low and incredulous.
Sadist. Right. Still clinging to that one, huh? As if a warning shot close enough to rattle her nerves counted as real cruelty. God, she was dramatic. He’d seen people do worse to each other over snacks back in the camps.
He gave a short, humorless laugh under his breath, "Calm the hell down, would you? Seriously—" he said, voice loosening back into something almost casual. "If I wanted to shoot you, you wouldn't still be standing here arguing about it."
He let that hang a second, flashing a lopsided, sharp-edged smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
"And anyway," he added, tone a little lighter-mock-affable in the way only a man used to arguing in public could manage, "close quarters ain't exactly the best place for fireworks. Pretty sure the kids here don’t deserve to spend the night dodging stray bullets just ‘cause you’re a sore loser."
"That said—" Zenkichi tipped the plate slightly toward her, balancing it one-handed with that same cocky grace. "If you really wanna escalate, hey, I’m sure everyone here would love to watch a man wrestle a crocodile in a yukata."
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"I’m... what now?"
The words slipped out low and incredulous.
Sadist.
Right.
Still clinging to that one, huh?
As if a warning shot close enough to rattle her nerves counted as real cruelty.
God, she was dramatic. He’d seen people do worse to each other over snacks back in the camps.
He gave a short, humorless laugh under his breath, "Calm the hell down, would you? Seriously—" he said, voice loosening back into something almost casual. "If I wanted to shoot you, you wouldn't still be standing here arguing about it."
He let that hang a second, flashing a lopsided, sharp-edged smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
"And anyway," he added, tone a little lighter-mock-affable in the way only a man used to arguing in public could manage, "close quarters ain't exactly the best place for fireworks. Pretty sure the kids here don’t deserve to spend the night dodging stray bullets just ‘cause you’re a sore loser."
"That said—"
Zenkichi tipped the plate slightly toward her, balancing it one-handed with that same cocky grace. "If you really wanna escalate, hey, I’m sure everyone here would love to watch a man wrestle a crocodile in a yukata."