loudsnake ✦ mango guy.
what! red feels his face morph into one of surprise, eyes widening, nostrils flaring at the audacity of his newest enemy. because that’s what the stranger has become– there are, of course, other mangos. but red wants that one. red’s eyebrow twitches with annoyance as he reads the other’s lips; no!
hand outstretched, red points two fingers at the mango, a kido spell building up at his fingertips. the weak seki shoots out quickly to create a little barrier in front of the mango, with the intent to repel the other’s hand if he continues to reach for it. he’s just a man on a mission; failure is unacceptable.“Get your own.” he signs, though it occurs to red after the fact that this other shinigami might not be able to sign.
“... ...” hand bounces back from the guarded mango—he is left with an uncomfortable tingle that runs from nails to knuckles, then up to his lower arm. granted, this is not the first time a person has discourteously withdrawn an offer towards him ... but he would admit that resorting to techniques meant for battle was an unusual sight. “s’cuse me——there seems to be something in the way ... ,” he mumbles; gives the other man a long-drawn side glance that is filled with neither indignation nor impatience ( although, perhaps, a little bit of indecision ). “... mind if i do ... ... ?” and then he simply does, long before an answer could follow; gives the stall table filled with fruit a semi-determined KICK and watches the chosen mango ( along with 2-3 of its siblings ) tumble down towards the ground.
