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β CAIN, ANGRIEST HΜΆAΜΆRΜΆEΜΆMΜΆ PROTAG.
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ββ blunt, protective, loyal, relentless, defiant, stubborn, self-sacrificing, brutal, combative, short-fused, awkward, tense, guarded, wary, resentful, restless. β¬ #MVRP
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Cain scowled at her giggling.
"...The hell are you laughing at?"
He shoved his hands into his pockets and followed her, his heavy footsteps trailing behind hers.
"Tch."
He glanced around as they walked, eyeing their surroundings with the wary suspicion of someone who wasn't β
Cain stared at her.
His brows furrowed as his face settled into an almost impressively blank expression.
He blinked once.
"...The hell's Egypt?"
He continued staring at her for another moment, as if waiting for the rest of that sentence to start making sense. It didn't.
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compare our situations. They're not the same."
He turned away again, his jaw tightening.
Despite his attempt to appear dismissive, Cain kept a close eye on Shoko from the corner of his eye, watching for the slightest change in her expression. He'd just dropped a bombshell on β
"...Offensive? What are youβ"
GGRRRRLLL...
Cain froze for a moment before clicking his tongue and looking away with an irritated scowl.
"...Tch. Just give me whatever you're having. I don't know shit about burgers."
Cain's brow furrowed at the mention of her sister.
"...Treasure hunting? What, she just goes around digging up stuff for a living?"
He spoke gruffly, but there was noticeably less bite in his voice than usual.
For a moment, his gaze dropped to the ground. His hands remained β
clenched, his jaw tight.
"...Yeah. It was rough."
The admission came out reluctantly, almost as if he hated hearing himself say it.
He fell silent before letting out an irritated sigh.
"Tch. Don't go comparing your sister to him. You don't know a damn thing about what β
Cain watched her scribble on the notepad, his scowl gradually turning suspicious.
"...Oi. What the hell is this?"
He pointed at her, narrowing his eyes.
"...Are you asking me out or something?"
Cain's scowl deepened.
"Oh, so now you're a pilot?! BIG DEAL!! YOU THINK I GIVE A DAMN HOW LONG IT TAKES TO BUILD YOUR TIN CANS?!!"
He jabbed a finger toward her mech, practically spitting the words out.
"AND I NEVER SAID BUILDING MACHINES MAKES YOU WEAK!! I SAID YOU HIDE β
faltered. His fists slowly tightened at his sides, and he looked away.
"...What's it to you?"
His voice was quieter than before, though there was still an unmistakable edge to it.
He swallowed, his jaw trembling ever so slightly before he clenched it shut.
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Cain's eye twitched.
"...So you're telling me I'm shit outta luck because I wasn't born into the right family?"
He threw his hands up in disbelief.
"If I can't just develop some fancy technique, then tell me how the hell I'm supposed to use this cursed energy crap! β
Cain's scowl twisted into something downright vicious as Yun deflected the concrete.
"Tch.."
His eye twitched. That smug attitude. That stupid, condescending tone.
Blue-white sparks violently snapped around his clenched fists as kinetic pressure distorted the air around him.
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**BOOOOM!!**
Cain launched himself forward, tearing up the ground beneath his feet. Just before reaching her, he abruptly changed direction, kicking off the ground and hurtling toward her flank.
He swung a brutal punch toward her side, throwing his entire body's momentum β
