[Squalo is enraged the way one of his former masters used to be and Robin has the balls to ask what seems to be the trouble?!
The spatha wants to slice him up and mount those so-called brass ones on one of the flagpoles just for that comment.
Instead, he slaps his handful of paper on the table, smack in the middle where Robin cant ignore it, and looms over the saniwa. Meanwhile, his flesh hand is already in his coat, ready to pull out his sword and attach it to his left hand if he doesn't like the answer.
(In all honesty, he probably wont like anything that comes out of Robin's mouth.)]
Put that fucking tongue of yours to work, and explain this.
[He smacks the table again with an open hand for good measure. The poor piece of furniture is lucky that Squalo decided to rein back his strength, otherwise it would get more than just a bit of abuse from an angry sword.]
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The spatha wants to slice him up and mount those so-called brass ones on one of the flagpoles just for that comment.
Instead, he slaps his handful of paper on the table, smack in the middle where Robin cant ignore it, and looms over the saniwa. Meanwhile, his flesh hand is already in his coat, ready to pull out his sword and attach it to his left hand if he doesn't like the answer.
(In all honesty, he probably wont like anything that comes out of Robin's mouth.)]
Put that fucking tongue of yours to work, and explain this.
[He smacks the table again with an open hand for good measure. The poor piece of furniture is lucky that Squalo decided to rein back his strength, otherwise it would get more than just a bit of abuse from an angry sword.]