[It's a war of instinct here, because his response comes out just as impulsively and suddenly.]
Hah?! You actually believe bullshit like that? You think I gave you that stupid can because I wanted you to fucking sleep with me or something?!
[A particular trait of Arakita is he's always saying what hasn't been said, and in pretty much the most direct, blunt form possible... when what isn't being said isn't about him or, god forbid, his feelings.
Mixing this in with a firey blaze of mutually assured tsun destruction, when everything is suddenly being revealed, is a recipe for disaster, and even he can see that.
Now there's no hiding with anger or frustration the way his cheeks burn ugly hot and red, he looks so fucking stupid, he is so fucking stupid, she's stupid, this is stupid, everything is stupid.]
What the hell, Ushiromiya. A can of peaches for that? Seriously? [More forcibly, from the grumble the rest of that was.] Like I'd pull a shitty move like that!
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Hah?! You actually believe bullshit like that? You think I gave you that stupid can because I wanted you to fucking sleep with me or something?!
[A particular trait of Arakita is he's always saying what hasn't been said, and in pretty much the most direct, blunt form possible... when what isn't being said isn't about him or, god forbid, his feelings.
Mixing this in with a firey blaze of mutually assured tsun destruction, when everything is suddenly being revealed, is a recipe for disaster, and even he can see that.
Now there's no hiding with anger or frustration the way his cheeks burn ugly hot and red, he looks so fucking stupid, he is so fucking stupid, she's stupid, this is stupid, everything is stupid.]
What the hell, Ushiromiya. A can of peaches for that? Seriously? [More forcibly, from the grumble the rest of that was.] Like I'd pull a shitty move like that!
[And back to the half growl, half grumble.]
That's not why I gave you it, moron.