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[whisperspower.livejournal.com]

What the hell's goin' on here?!

[He is so beyond pissed right now. He's seated outside, from the looks of things, against a brick wall with a sword peaking out against his back, and another cradled protectively in his lap.

His Devil Bringer keeps the katana steady as he practically glares into his... bracelet.]

And I better not get that same stupid little speech from before. I’m supposed to live here? [He laughs a bitter, sarcastic laugh.] If you think I'm just gonna accept that, then you've got another thing coming!

[Threats aside, his glare lightens up a little after a moment, the biting edge in his tone softening just a tad.]

Kyrie, if you can hear this, I need you to tell me where you are...

[Icy blue eyes avert their gaze, focusing briefly on the now clenched fist of his non-human right hand, before the feed cuts.]

Comments

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[makestrouble.livejournal.com]

I thought it was a useful piece of advice, personally! Bitching won't help. It just makes you look like a whiny kid.

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[whisperspower.livejournal.com]

I'm a whiny kid, am I? [And he scoffs.]The only thing not helping here is your damn advice.

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[makestrouble.livejournal.com]

You're pretty whiny.

Don't be so ungrateful.

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[whisperspower.livejournal.com]

Nothin' to be grateful for.

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[makestrouble.livejournal.com]

I'm almost hurt.

[Deadpan. With a side of sarcasm.]

Seriously, though. Your complaints aren't going to get you anywhere.

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[whisperspower.livejournal.com]

I'll take my chances with my complaints, thanks.