Who the hell are these guys!? [One of the unimpeded teens shouts, taking a step back only to bump into a shelf behind him. A single pot of tobacco falls to the ground, spilling but not cracking. The other two look among themselves, eyes darting anywhere for an answer, but finding none.]
Let me go! Augh! [The captive in Mai's grip writhes, twisting his wrist and kicking his feet uselessly against the ground. Takasugi's is quieter, a suspicious lack of fight considering how gung-ho he'd been just a moment ago.
Maybe his jaw hurts. The boy mumbles something, and Takasugi bares down on him, weight grinding ribs into the counter top.
With a clink, the boy with the chain raises his arm, a snarl on his face-] Smash something, and I'll beat his brain in. [The shop owner smirks, satisfied with Takasugi's threat.
And the boy balks, hand hanging in the air.] Now.
Give your supply to my partner. You won't be selling it anymore.
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Let me go! Augh! [The captive in Mai's grip writhes, twisting his wrist and kicking his feet uselessly against the ground. Takasugi's is quieter, a suspicious lack of fight considering how gung-ho he'd been just a moment ago.
Maybe his jaw hurts. The boy mumbles something, and Takasugi bares down on him, weight grinding ribs into the counter top.
With a clink, the boy with the chain raises his arm, a snarl on his face-] Smash something, and I'll beat his brain in. [The shop owner smirks, satisfied with Takasugi's threat.
And the boy balks, hand hanging in the air.] Now.
Give your supply to my partner. You won't be selling it anymore.