All of his hackles raised as she moves, wires crackling with static electricity, her words only make him more mad. The worst part is that he knows she's right, he fucking knows, but that doesn't take away-
"I don't fucking know!" he yells, voice glitching out a little near the end from pure, unadulterated fury. His arm trembles, but stays firmly aimed at Futaba. "I don't fucking know- I just-"
He lets out a shout of frustration, throwing his arm up in the air as a volley of bullets follows- missing Futaba by a landslide, harmlessly flying up into nothing, away from the mansion. Fuck, he hates her. He hates her. He hates her.
(Not as much as Shido, not enough to want her dead, but fuck.)
"Stop acting like you're the victim here, and get yourself together instead of- whatever the fuck it is you're doing," he growls, slowly lowering his arm, breaking eye contact. "I won't be an accessory to your suicide."
oh boy Falcon is certainly implicating things about BMtaba (cw: suicide)
"I don't fucking know!" he yells, voice glitching out a little near the end from pure, unadulterated fury. His arm trembles, but stays firmly aimed at Futaba. "I don't fucking know- I just-"
He lets out a shout of frustration, throwing his arm up in the air as a volley of bullets follows- missing Futaba by a landslide, harmlessly flying up into nothing, away from the mansion. Fuck, he hates her. He hates her. He hates her.
(Not as much as Shido, not enough to want her dead, but fuck.)
"Stop acting like you're the victim here, and get yourself together instead of- whatever the fuck it is you're doing," he growls, slowly lowering his arm, breaking eye contact. "I won't be an accessory to your suicide."