[Irritation skitters under Kanda's skin, apprehension threading down his spine as the protest outside the bar spill in. Voices spike louder, the undercurrent of frustrated rage cresting ever higher with each raised voice.
Hurry the fuck up La--
A flash of red-orange hair and a black eye-patch has Kanda slamming the half-empty glass of hokk onto the bar as he turns to the side, a scowl in place. ]
About fucking time, idiot. This shit's abo-- who the fuck are you?
[Rightly placed eyepatch, near right shade of hair (if not much, much longer), but definitely not his partner.
W5D4 Time to stomp heads!
Hurry the fuck up La--
A flash of red-orange hair and a black eye-patch has Kanda slamming the half-empty glass of hokk onto the bar as he turns to the side, a scowl in place. ]
About fucking time, idiot. This shit's abo-- who the fuck are you?
[Rightly placed eyepatch, near right shade of hair (if not much, much longer), but definitely not his partner.
Shit.
Means he's still got to wait.]