[ Oh, shit. Literally. In a nervous fit, he figures out a way to get rid of this blade— it needs to go, far, far away. Where he cant see or smell the feces on that. He hurls it, and it goes whizzing past Kondo's shoulder, but doesn't hit him. It's a good throw, worthy of a 10/10 and guaranteed to kill anybody who gets hit with it.
Thankfully, though, it lands straight in the police station behind him and sticks in the wall. Ohhh, shit. He's too upset to stop and write a note of apology, so he just stands there, frozen, with an unreadable, firm gaze. ]
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In a nervous fit, he figures out a way to get rid of this blade— it needs to go, far, far away. Where he cant see or smell the feces on that.
He hurls it, and it goes whizzing past Kondo's shoulder, but doesn't hit him. It's a good throw, worthy of a 10/10 and guaranteed to kill anybody who gets hit with it.
Thankfully, though, it lands straight in the police station behind him and sticks in the wall.
Ohhh, shit. He's too upset to stop and write a note of apology, so he just stands there, frozen, with an unreadable, firm gaze. ]