[Okuyasu glares at her, more angry than worried about her threat. Now this shopping trip isn't fun anymore. With a huff, he stomps to the mask resting by her foot and scoops it up with on hand in his pocket.]
Don't gotta be an asshole about it. [He tosses it onto the nearest shelf at head level and takes one with fire painted on the side. The tight feeling inside him is a warning that he should just walk away and stop talking to this lady before he has a bad time.]
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Don't gotta be an asshole about it. [He tosses it onto the nearest shelf at head level and takes one with fire painted on the side. The tight feeling inside him is a warning that he should just walk away and stop talking to this lady before he has a bad time.]