( Kuroiwa's features cut a sharp smile. Evidently amused more than he is apologetic. )
My sincerest apologies.
An issue far more pressing than entertaining the local miscreants had to take priority. I'm sure you understand.
Allow me to make it up to you now.
yer calm as hell fer someone about
to be wailed on, officer.
preachin’ at me ‘bout manners n’
punctuality, then left me hangin’
outside bantam…
piece of work. you ready ta face
me fer real this time?
Meet me at Bantam, tonight, East Millennium Tower Street.
I believe you know the location well.
Manage that much without fail, and I'll buy you a drink, for your trouble.
[ Similarly, the patriarch's internal gears begin to crank up at the idea of this guy's robotic face against his fist. Sounds like a fun time. ]
Threat, invite… it's all wordplay. Y'want a crack at me or nah? I'm free all day…
[ A cocksure grin. ]
|| Apologies for the spam but I am so obsessed with that artists depiction of Kuroiwa. I love corrupt cop turned slasher villian. Sometimes you just need to see a character covered in someone else's blood.
Is that a threat, Majima-san?
( Controlled as the corrupt officer tries to keep his tone, the thrill of the fight is a siren call he can't ignore. )
Taking the bait here would taint my reputation... Allow me to extend an invitation in your stead. I assume you have no plans?
Fancy schmancy speech ain't gonna intimadate me, slendy. Unless I spread some hard gossip or get naked, yer not doing jack.
If a lil' backtalk rustles those expensive jimmies, I'm more than happy t' duke it out with ya, anytime!
While freedom of speech exists, the right is not absolute. Defamation and obscenity are still punishable by law.
( Yet Kuroiwa has no interest in enforcing any social etiquette. The Mad Dog is as defiant as he had hoped. )