[And oh-hoho... this is like a FANTASTIC day where EVERYTHING he hates just comes together to try and piss him off. First e had his dynamite confiscated, then he sees that poster of his sister, then there's are a million fuckheads dressed up JUST LIKE HIM... and now this little shit was TOUCHING HIM. Hayato SLAMS his head forward to headbutt the guy...]
Don't FUCKING touch me!
[Of course he seems to forget the one rule about headbutting someone: Nobody ever wins with a headbutt.
The teen stumbles back, a bit of blood dripping from his forehead. Not that he minds that much. His version of an 'apology' was slamming his head against the ground repeatedly... He glares at Mello, smoke bombs still gripped tightly in his hands]
'The fuck should I tell a little fuckface like you?
AND I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT NEAR IS JUST GOING TO POOT IN THE CORNER SOOOO~
Don't FUCKING touch me!
[Of course he seems to forget the one rule about headbutting someone: Nobody ever wins with a headbutt.
The teen stumbles back, a bit of blood dripping from his forehead. Not that he minds that much. His version of an 'apology' was slamming his head against the ground repeatedly... He glares at Mello, smoke bombs still gripped tightly in his hands]
'The fuck should I tell a little fuckface like you?