10-02-2018, 11:17 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]The desert is a welcoming place for Shigaraki. He's learned to call it his home, and he doesn't plan to switch to any other groups anytime soon. The Pitt is full of freaks, like himself, so it's not so bad. Sure, he didn't really care about anybody yet he could still pretend to. He had been working on building a group, a new League Of Villains, so that takes up most of his time, but he manages to find free time between planning.
Sanguine-colored eyes land on the young female from the Typhoon and a sadistic grin grows on Shigaraki's maw. He loves it- the look on one's face when they realize they're in danger or about to be seriously injured. He then turns to Stryker and questions. "Do you mind if I ask her a couple of questions after you're done with her? It's very important." He says, his voice like nails dragging on a chalkboard.
Sanguine-colored eyes land on the young female from the Typhoon and a sadistic grin grows on Shigaraki's maw. He loves it- the look on one's face when they realize they're in danger or about to be seriously injured. He then turns to Stryker and questions. "Do you mind if I ask her a couple of questions after you're done with her? It's very important." He says, his voice like nails dragging on a chalkboard.
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A LITTLE MAYHEM ALWAYS BRINGS A SMILE TO MY FACE.