You touch anything and I'll break your shitty kneecaps. [He nonchalantly tosses the threat over his shoulder, having already started for the kitchen the moment he heard that ungodly scream for food. It's a sound from his memories, his childhood - always unpleasant to listen to, but easily rectified. When he faces forward again, a rueful smile touches on his lips before disappearing.]
Just sit tight and I'll get your sandwiches ready for ya. [He doesn't want or need Kotetsu straining anymore of that pea-brain of his for the rest of the evening]
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Just sit tight and I'll get your sandwiches ready for ya. [He doesn't want or need Kotetsu straining anymore of that pea-brain of his for the rest of the evening]