"I don't really care who you are, just stop fucking around," Leo growled.
"Sheesh. Is it everyone Dante knows that's got some type of problem?"
"And what the fuck does that mean?"
"I mean, we've got the devoted psycho over there…" he pointed at the arriving figure of Shulvan, "…now we've got you, and you seem to have just as foul a mouth as Dante."
"Haa… I guess when they said birds of a feather flocked together, they meant it."
""Oi!!"" Both Leo and I voiced out in retort.
"Don't lump me in with this chicken-cat!"
"Don't lump me in with this bastard!"
We stopped, leveling a dead stare at each other…
""Motherfucker!!""
""Stop copying me!!""
""No! YOU! Stop copying me!!""
""BITCH!!!""
It was maddening.
How the fuck was this guy matching me word for word? He was doing it on purpose, I was sure…
"Haaa…." Letting out a long breath, I decided to mercifully be the bigger person. "Alright. Fine. Enough bickering, I'll let it slide this time."
"Motherf…"
