[ His fingers coil, curving into his kimono as he sits there, squeezing his eyes shut stubbornly, not wanting to look or hear Sakamoto at all at this rate. Sakamoto is the last person he wants to hear tell him what to do on a subject matter such as fighting. Sakamoto was strong, but he had changed from when they were teenagers. Zura, though, still hung onto the spirit of who he was ten years ago.
He whirls his head around to finally look at Sakamoto. He isn't one to really yell during an argument, but one thing that gave away his temper was how intense his eyes looked. ]
What do you suppose we do? Sit back and allow this, and this, and this to happen..!? I'm tired of being toyed with! I don't want to bark anymore, I want to bite and put an end to this!
[ He doesn't want to be weak. ]
You and nobody else can sway my decision..! Either you are with me or not.. and if you are not, then..— [ You'll really be alone. ]
no subject
He whirls his head around to finally look at Sakamoto. He isn't one to really yell during an argument, but one thing that gave away his temper was how intense his eyes looked. ]
What do you suppose we do? Sit back and allow this, and this, and this to happen..!? I'm tired of being toyed with!
I don't want to bark anymore, I want to bite and put an end to this!
[ He doesn't want to be weak. ]
You and nobody else can sway my decision..! Either you are with me or not.. and if you are not, then..—
[ You'll really be alone. ]
T—Then..
[ He just stops right there. ]