Nnoitra smirked at Hojo, cocking his head to one side.
Hojo, apparently, didn't know what kind of thin ice he was walking on. Sure, so he might consider Orochimaru little more than a hack, but his scientific prowess, or lack thereof, had absolutely nothing to do with how he had died, nor was Hojo's own likely to factor in to his imminent death if he carried on.
"He ain't lyin'," he said, fixing him with a look that was at once both amused and dangerous. "And there are enough other people here that will make your life really fuckin' hard if you do mess with him. Or try to."
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Date: 2016-01-07 01:58 am (UTC)Hojo, apparently, didn't know what kind of thin ice he was walking on. Sure, so he might consider Orochimaru little more than a hack, but his scientific prowess, or lack thereof, had absolutely nothing to do with how he had died, nor was Hojo's own likely to factor in to his imminent death if he carried on.
"He ain't lyin'," he said, fixing him with a look that was at once both amused and dangerous. "And there are enough other people here that will make your life really fuckin' hard if you do mess with him. Or try to."