“So we have a king now, huh? Well let’s see how well you do up on that throne, your highness. I hope you don’t force somebody to instigate a revolution.”
Send me “SLAP!” for my muse’s reaction to getting slapped in the face by yours.
Ten times. He waited patiently until Brick was done, before finally opening his mouth, cringing at the feeling of his jaw setting back into place. Brick wasn’t one to pull punches, and that was on top of his already freakish strength.
“And do you mind telling me what those were for?” Sure, he expected people to want to punch his lights out, but he barely bothered Brick. “Or did you just feel like it?”
“What, you think I’m his bitch or something? He’s nothing but a small fry. I said it once and I’ll say it again. Suzuya can’t do shit against me. He’s weak as hell, I’m not afraid of him.”
“You don’t know that. For all you know he could be a closet pervert or some shit. And by the way, I’m the pants in this relationship. Suzuya can’t do shit against me.”
“First of all, Shin-chan’s perversion isn’t exactly closeted. I know exactly how bad he can get, but I also know that he’s got more than a few deductive brain cells as well.
Second of all, do you mind speaking a bit more clearly into the microphone?”
“He gets them from me, he gets all the useless skills from Suzuya, piss off.”
"Oh, and what would happen if your Suzuya were to find out you said that? Anyways, I know for a fact that tantei-kun’s mind isn’t solely focused on sex and blowing stuff up.”
