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"My brother is really, really young and sickly! You have to help me, please! Please don't leave!"
She was yelling this, and inevitably, it drew a lot of stares. Aha, she was trying to make me feel uncomfortable with the crowd.
Surely, I wouldn't want to look bad in front of tons of strangers. Surely, I wouldn't just turn my eye the other way when a cute girl begged for my help.
Joke's on her, though. I was used to being a societal pest.
"I hope your dumb brother gets caught in a black unregistered minivan. I hope the minivan
says 'FREE CANdY' on the outside, too."
"H-Huh?"
I ignored her and increased my pace, walking away faster and firmly looking at my front. Of course, E.E still laid witness to the girl clumsily trying to keep pace with me and the brief flashes of anger.
"Please Mister, I- I need to find him! He's my baby bro-!"
I quickly looked around and tried to see how many people outside E.E's radius were staring. Four, a couple more. Shit, it was still a dangerously low amount of people, she could easily attack me right here, right now.
The brief thought of pulling out my gun crossed my mind but it'd be counter-productive.
I didn't want to be alone with this feathery fuck, I wanted the opposite.
So, instead, I intended to draw the crowd. Sure, the girl did things to draw attention, wanted just enough to make me uncomfortable, but she definitely didn't want enough to make it impossible to attack.
I suddenly stopped and turned around, pointing a finger at her. She almost got stabbed in the eye with the finger and stepped back a bit, looking at me confused.
"I AM NOT THE FATHER OF YOUR CHILD, WENCH!"
The sudden outburst inevitably drew numerous more stares, and the girl looked like a deer in headlights as my accusatory finger put her on the spotlight.
"I- what?!"
"YOU HEARD ME RIGHT! WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING, YOU TRAITOROUS FLOOZY!? I KNOW YOU CHEATED ON ME!"
"F-Floozy!?"
The angel fuck looked offended by that last one, so I proceeded with vomiting my verbal diarrhea.
"I just can't believe that after ALL THESE YEARS you thought that you could sleep with my FUCKING BROTHER and that I wouldn't notice! Have you no shame?"
"I didn't-!"
"HAVE YOU NO SHAME!?"
I looked around to the nearest unwilling spectator and pointed a finger at him.
"Wanna know how this BITCH cheated on me!? It's funny, IT WAS ON OUR FUCKING WEDDING!"
As I kept ranting bullshit, more and more nosy people began watching the display, out of amusement or morbid curiosity, probably.
The angel couldn't do anything, too, since she was in disguise as a 'helpless cute girl' and so she just had to stand there and take my verbal onslaught.
Still, it was what I wanted. Lot of people were watching as I called the angel girl more creative names that meant 'bitch' and, since there were more people watching, that also meant that the likelihood of brave people being among them was much higher.
"DID YOU ALL KNOW THAT THIS WHORE RIGHT HERE LIKES SHOVING BROOMSTICK HANDLES UP HER ASS!?"
And although it was fun calling this would-be murderer more nasty names and generally pissing on whatever plan she had for me, I still needed to get the hell outta dodge.
Considering myself a betting man, I went ahead with the finale.
"I am so…. FUCKING PISSED at YOU! YOU'RE GONNA DIE!"
I firmly grabbed the girl by her shoulders and began shaking her wildly.
The second I made contact with her I could see her expression twist in actual anger, not even bothering to hide her contempt any longer.
The raw, ancient anger behind those eyes was quite the sight, and I could see with E.E how her body tensed dangerously by sheer instinct.
But before anything else could happen.
"HEY! Leave her the fuck alone!"
Three men grabbed me by the shoulders and the crook of my parka and threw me aside.
"You fucking asshole! Stop yelling at her!"
As I began to pick myself up, and the men fussed over the angel who had returned to putting on her mask of cute girl, obligated to thank the men profusely, I couldn't help but let out an ugly fucking grin.
Victory.
I risked a glance back at the angel, and as she saw me looking back, with the faintest hints of absolute contempt she had for me under those eyes… I grinned cheekily, and did the dirtiest possible gesture I could with one hand.
She looked absolutely offended.
People were beginning to gather around, and not bothering to keep any kind of image or dignity, I hastily picked myself up and ran through the crowds, avoiding any more grabs or shoves from onlookers wanting to beat me up.
I needed to get the FUCK out of Kuoh.
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Raynare hadn't been this disrespected in decades. Perhaps longer. That fucking hobo.
That disgusting fucking hobo, not content with throwing a wrench in her plans by killing the one supposed to look over the whore nun without getting a single scratch, now dared to publicly humiliate her and-
"HE- HE CALLED ME A FLOOZY!"
Her fellow Fallen simply stared at her nonplussed, the only exception being Mittelt, who was cackling without a single care at her misfortune.
"That's-! HAHAHAHA! You are a floozy!"
"SHUT UP! SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!"
"HAHAHAHA!"
Raynare was back at the abandoned church, her headquarters for her absolutely flawless plan.
Inside one of the churches 'offices' were the three Fallen she had working under her, and to whom she was now obligated to report her failure after a distinct lack of blood on her hands.
Kalawarner just sighed as she watched the two of them go at it.
"So, you're telling me the so-called filthy stupid human outsmarted you?"
Raynare turned her deathly glare to her, sneering.
"No, he did not."
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