[Luckily(???), Tatsuma's not much in the mood to communicate anything, really, which is why he only takes the opportunity to shake off Souji's grip in favor of pushing the man off balance in his seat, stuck between either falling to the ground or facing a newly raised fist.]
Tell me!
[There's an almost guttural tone to it, and the man raises his hands, trying to pry Tatsuma's from his shirt. Seriously, the fuck are you--
Other bar patrons are getting to their feet now, intent on breaking up the fight. A few are eyeing the newcomers warily, as though preparing to deal with them, too, should it come to it.
None of them have a single clue what these guys are capable of.]
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Tell me!
[There's an almost guttural tone to it, and the man raises his hands, trying to pry Tatsuma's from his shirt. Seriously, the fuck are you--
Other bar patrons are getting to their feet now, intent on breaking up the fight. A few are eyeing the newcomers warily, as though preparing to deal with them, too, should it come to it.
None of them have a single clue what these guys are capable of.]