A quick glance at Peko--who hasn't relaxed an inch--indicates otherwise. Her stance is fluid and ready; the slightest threat and she will act, and act efficiently.
Peko, like Damian, like Cassandra Cain, speaks violence as her first language. And Kuzuryuu?
He knows Peko.
His eyes narrow, but he doesn't call out the kid's lie. Not yet.]
Loners like you?
[Because, seriously, what gangster's kid shows up at Titty Typhoon without backup? That is the point of having a gang: the security of numbers, the knowledge that you are safe because you are brutal in your pack. But Kuzuryuu snorts and puts his hands in his pockets, looks towards the mouth of the alley, subtly backs off so that Li'l Matches isn't pressed into the corner anymore.]
Do I look like an idiot, kid?
[Does he look like he's stupid enough to take on Falcone AND Niko AND whoever else without his own crowd? Midnight Syndrome may not be in the news yet, but he knows they're nothing to trifle with. Also, does he look like he's stupid enough to give this brat the information he's obviously going after?
What is this little shit trying to do?]
I'm not gonna ask again, pipsqueak. What were you trying to pull over on those shitheads by letting them pulp your face? 'Cause I gotta tell you, if you're gonna rely on daddy's name to get you out of scrapes, you can't let people piss on it like that. When Malone lets his brat take a beating, word gets around.
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A quick glance at Peko--who hasn't relaxed an inch--indicates otherwise. Her stance is fluid and ready; the slightest threat and she will act, and act efficiently.
Peko, like Damian, like Cassandra Cain, speaks violence as her first language. And Kuzuryuu?
He knows Peko.
His eyes narrow, but he doesn't call out the kid's lie. Not yet.]
Loners like you?
[Because, seriously, what gangster's kid shows up at Titty Typhoon without backup? That is the point of having a gang: the security of numbers, the knowledge that you are safe because you are brutal in your pack. But Kuzuryuu snorts and puts his hands in his pockets, looks towards the mouth of the alley, subtly backs off so that Li'l Matches isn't pressed into the corner anymore.]
Do I look like an idiot, kid?
[Does he look like he's stupid enough to take on Falcone AND Niko AND whoever else without his own crowd? Midnight Syndrome may not be in the news yet, but he knows they're nothing to trifle with. Also, does he look like he's stupid enough to give this brat the information he's obviously going after?
What is this little shit trying to do?]
I'm not gonna ask again, pipsqueak. What were you trying to pull over on those shitheads by letting them pulp your face? 'Cause I gotta tell you, if you're gonna rely on daddy's name to get you out of scrapes, you can't let people piss on it like that. When Malone lets his brat take a beating, word gets around.