[ Ah... he has half a mind to throw his device away and punch something. What Samatoki does is punch something without throwing his device. He has to be the one to get the last word. He has to win this time. ]
you got no fuckin idea what youre talkin about
[ The following text just so happens to be a park in Level 2 of Lunatia. There's an appointed time, too. It's fifteen minutes from now, because even though Samatoki's supposed to be working, he's not going to let this pass.
Nevermind if he doesn't have a job tomorrow, but if someone's putting words in his mouth, then he needs to do something about it. Mad Trigger Crew may not have been around for long just yet, but they're strong because they all have the same goal. They all didn't band together just because they wanted to be at the top; they did because they want Chuo-ku to go down. They may have lost to Matenrou, but Samatoki would never blame his teammates for it.
His rap is so much better now, his words cut through like a knife, and the impact of his beats could crush any man. They lost because Matenrou was better, not because he, Jyuto, or Riou lacked in spirit. It's insulting Sasara would even say something like that—to insult his teammates when he doesn't even know any better. He sure as hell isn't losing to Sasara now. He's stronger, not to mention, he's more than willing to abandon all reason to hurt his former partner compared to how it was years ago.
When Samatoki leaves the cafe, the fridge has a huge dent thanks to his knuckles, and he heads to the park with a bruised hand. Does he care? Fuck no. ]
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you got no fuckin idea what youre talkin about
[ The following text just so happens to be a park in Level 2 of Lunatia. There's an appointed time, too. It's fifteen minutes from now, because even though Samatoki's supposed to be working, he's not going to let this pass.
Nevermind if he doesn't have a job tomorrow, but if someone's putting words in his mouth, then he needs to do something about it. Mad Trigger Crew may not have been around for long just yet, but they're strong because they all have the same goal. They all didn't band together just because they wanted to be at the top; they did because they want Chuo-ku to go down. They may have lost to Matenrou, but Samatoki would never blame his teammates for it.
His rap is so much better now, his words cut through like a knife, and the impact of his beats could crush any man. They lost because Matenrou was better, not because he, Jyuto, or Riou lacked in spirit. It's insulting Sasara would even say something like that—to insult his teammates when he doesn't even know any better. He sure as hell isn't losing to Sasara now. He's stronger, not to mention, he's more than willing to abandon all reason to hurt his former partner compared to how it was years ago.
When Samatoki leaves the cafe, the fridge has a huge dent thanks to his knuckles, and he heads to the park with a bruised hand. Does he care? Fuck no. ]