[The sight of that blood brings a twisted smirk to his face, a sadistic glint to his eye at the realization that Shido's subconscious figments have actually found a way to physically hurt him. A nice start, isn't it? Of course, a start is all it is, Shido deserves far worse and he can already think of-
His thoughts derail at the sight of that plastic expression. The smirk shifts to a snarl, as he rears back to throw a punch at Shido's face. He's not using any of his Personas, so it's nothing inhuman, but it should serve as a painful reminder to Shido that his son keeps up physical exercise even between missions.]
Don't give me that look, you piece of shit!
[That carefully measured expression, perfect and yet painfully fake...it's so much like his own smile, it makes him sick. It reminds him, from the pit of his stomach, that he's related to this scumbag, and he hates it.]
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His thoughts derail at the sight of that plastic expression. The smirk shifts to a snarl, as he rears back to throw a punch at Shido's face. He's not using any of his Personas, so it's nothing inhuman, but it should serve as a painful reminder to Shido that his son keeps up physical exercise even between missions.]
Don't give me that look, you piece of shit!
[That carefully measured expression, perfect and yet painfully fake...it's so much like his own smile, it makes him sick. It reminds him, from the pit of his stomach, that he's related to this scumbag, and he hates it.]