"Ugh, why?" Apache asked, putting her elbow on the table and resting her cheek on her hand.
She was sick of him, more than usual. His stupid smarmy face, his ridiculous pink hair, those unforgivably terrible glasses, his repugnant personality... just an hour without him, that's all she wanted.
"Knew we should've dropped you out over the Naldoan sea," she griped.
He'd complained on their trip, but that wasn't much of a surprise. He hated all of them, not least his brother, and being cooped up with the group of people most likely to stove his head in, save Nnoitra, for a lengthy period must have sucked for him, but not as much as for them. He'd been less aggravating when they'd picked Arc up, but only because he'd left bitching at them alone in favour of picking on the boss's kid. Or whatever he was doing with him. She didn't really want to think about it.
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She was sick of him, more than usual. His stupid smarmy face, his ridiculous pink hair, those unforgivably terrible glasses, his repugnant personality... just an hour without him, that's all she wanted.
"Knew we should've dropped you out over the Naldoan sea," she griped.
He'd complained on their trip, but that wasn't much of a surprise. He hated all of them, not least his brother, and being cooped up with the group of people most likely to stove his head in, save Nnoitra, for a lengthy period must have sucked for him, but not as much as for them. He'd been less aggravating when they'd picked Arc up, but only because he'd left bitching at them alone in favour of picking on the boss's kid. Or whatever he was doing with him. She didn't really want to think about it.