Shiyonichi
The Edgelord
Rosalia tilted her head at Asher’s concerns about her eating habits. “What are you talking about? This is just a light meal.” Rosalia stated the absolutely terrifying truth that this wasn’t even the extent of her appetite, the horrifying mystery of just how much this eater could swallow lingered in the air, before Rosalia went back to eating her “light” meal.
As the random piece of bacon hit Asher’s head, Rosalia’s eyes narrowed, becoming like a hawk. As Asher voiced the hope that no more edibles would come flying their way, the Mafia Princess interjected, in a voice that was like a silk covered knife. “That won’t do, Asher. When someone disrespects you like that, you can’t just take that sitting down. Little pieces of shits like that smell any form of weakness and they are all over you like a group of pigs.”
Rosalia poked a pancake from her own pile. “Here‘s what you do with shits like that who don’t know the importance of respect.” A pink sphere formed around the tip of the fork… then the pancake was suddenly launched as if it was fired out from a rail gun, in less than a moment the butter disk smacked the bacon tosser in the face, with enough force to send him summersaulting before crashing down on the floor. It was a good thing that the boy had aura otherwise the crash would have had serious negative repercussions.
“Hmph.” Rosalia simply went back to eating her plate, as if nothing happened.
Huntertabbysandshark3 Vagabond Spectre
As the random piece of bacon hit Asher’s head, Rosalia’s eyes narrowed, becoming like a hawk. As Asher voiced the hope that no more edibles would come flying their way, the Mafia Princess interjected, in a voice that was like a silk covered knife. “That won’t do, Asher. When someone disrespects you like that, you can’t just take that sitting down. Little pieces of shits like that smell any form of weakness and they are all over you like a group of pigs.”
Rosalia poked a pancake from her own pile. “Here‘s what you do with shits like that who don’t know the importance of respect.” A pink sphere formed around the tip of the fork… then the pancake was suddenly launched as if it was fired out from a rail gun, in less than a moment the butter disk smacked the bacon tosser in the face, with enough force to send him summersaulting before crashing down on the floor. It was a good thing that the boy had aura otherwise the crash would have had serious negative repercussions.
“Hmph.” Rosalia simply went back to eating her plate, as if nothing happened.
Huntertabbysandshark3 Vagabond Spectre
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