[Fubuki had considered giving 'Hiei' a chance to apologize, but upon arriving at their agreed upon meeting place and seeing the other boy smoking around his field...all bets were off.
He didn't have a soccer ball with him, but his aim was pretty stellar. Scooping up a small stone off the ground, he whipped it in Hiei's direction with the intent to bean the cigarette right out of his hand. But if he missed and caught him in the mouth instead he wouldn't complain.]
Hey, bastard. Show some respect.
[He gestured to the field to indicate what he was referring to. Not himself, but the grassy pitch where people poured so much of themselves into their best performances. Dirtying that up with a stinking stick of tar and other chemicals wasn't something he appreciated.]
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He didn't have a soccer ball with him, but his aim was pretty stellar. Scooping up a small stone off the ground, he whipped it in Hiei's direction with the intent to bean the cigarette right out of his hand. But if he missed and caught him in the mouth instead he wouldn't complain.]
Hey, bastard. Show some respect.
[He gestured to the field to indicate what he was referring to. Not himself, but the grassy pitch where people poured so much of themselves into their best performances. Dirtying that up with a stinking stick of tar and other chemicals wasn't something he appreciated.]