“Let’s see, perhaps I should phrase it as ‘Fran says you’re an old geezer’ when conveying this to Xanxus.” His lips curled into a cruel smile.
“I might want to,” Mukuro thought aloud, “but I wouldn’t stab you if you weren’t outright obnoxious. But I shall assume that your skin’s thickness would reduce the space that should’ve been occupied by your brain by a lot, so I don’t think there’ll be any entrails.“
The younger hugged himself and wiped away fake tears. "Aaah, master is oh so cruel…” He sobbed. “Mistreating his one and only apprentice… what did I do to deserve this sort of treatment, I wonder?”
Actually, he had an idea as to what the answer would be, but who knows?
(Source: lllussionist)
