𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗢𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝟎𝟐

Performance 02:
The Short-tempered Old Man and Hidden Objective

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The atmosphere became tense as he said it. No words were spoken as both people looking at the smiling [Hair Color] haired male that oddly looks calm despite the various looks he got from his sudden appearance.

Well, that's not entirely true. He is always there all the time, they are the ones who just ignore him. Or more precisely, they didn't notice him at all.

[Name] smiled sweetly and tilted his head to the side, his [Hair Color] hair moved swiftly and [Eye Color] eyes staring at two pairs of red eyes intensely.

"Now now.. Don't cause such an unnecessary trouble. Let's just sit down and enjoy some tea while we talking— "

His speech got cut off from the sudden stinging feeling on his forearm that he used to touch The King of Curses.

Sukuna managed to snap out of his shocked state and gripping his forearm tightly, without a single intention of releasing it.

His red eyes glaring at [Eye Color] eyes sharply with burning rage and awareness. His teeth slightly gritted from the minimum amount reaction the [Hair Color] haired gave.

"Aren't you a disrespectful one, brat? Here, let me teach you how to talk properly"

He swung his other hand to him, aiming for the skull to immediately crush him into pieces.

Unfortunately, killing him won't be that easy. Besides, he can't do anything that damages him as long as he just manages to get one finger inside. (Excuse me? It just sounds wrong— )

"Hahaha, how rude. Saying that I'm a rude boy who is disrespectful to you, although you're the one who cut me off. It's not fair"

[Name] chuckled wholeheartedly at the expression he got from the curse, where he held his fist right before it could touch his face.

Sukuna widened his eyes in shock and confusion. His balled fist still remains on [Name]'s palm as the temperature around them dropped drastically

His corner of lips turned upwards while the shadow covered his eyes, making him unable to read whatever expression he put on. "I've told you, haven't I? Let's just get a cup of tea and have a friendly chat" his menacing tone makes shudders creep down their spine.

Their surroundings cracked like glass and fell apart, surrounding them like crystal before disappearing into a classic looking room.

[Name] sat down with crossed legs on the wooden chair, and casually sipping a cup of tea that was already in his hand, seemingly the only one who gets a grip on the situation between the other two.

The curse and black haired boy sat on each chair surrounding a single round table with sweets and tea that served perfectly for them. Of course, [Name] won't let his guests wear those shabby clothes they previously wore before. What kind of a landlord is he if he can't even provide the best service to them?

Both Fushiguro and Sukuna wear the same black classy suits with white shirts underneath and black satin tie, while the [Hair Color] haired male has a part of his hair slicked back with his white shirt and black vest, black fingerless gloves, and similar black pants as the other two.