An ugly snarl reared up from Oli’s throat. This prick was just picking on all of Oli’s scabs, wasn’t he? "You sure are spoutin’ a lot of shit for someone walking around with a damn pineapple on their head." Oliver snorted, rubbing his hand over the few tufts of blue hair that stuck out that really didn’t help Mukuro look any less like a pineapple head.
A twitch, though not enough to show intense anger - that insult was old news by now, used so many times by other brats that it hardly had any affect. Well, more than he showed, perhaps — but less still. ”Trying to insult me isn’t going to get you anywhere,” he practically purred in response, lips pursing slightly in distaste. ”Perhaps you should focus on your own faults, rather than someone else’s.”
you call me a
「 ＳＡＹ ＩＴ ＡＧＡＩＮ 」
and I’ll show you
ι cαɴ вe
"—You’re a broken record, dude." Oliver has heard that phrase more times than he can count, thank you.
”And still nothing has changed,” Mukuro sighs and it sounds disappointed, though he is far from actually being so. ”Is having it pointed out not enough?”
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When am I ever—?”