"Stop shaking like if I was going to slice your head off." Haruki scoffed, giving Jabo one last - and very weak - kick. His eyes pierced the drunkard like spears, and his chin pointed even higher than before. "Trash like you's a waste of my time. Now get that ass of yours moving and buy me a new sake for spilling that one on my head."<br/><br/>Though, seeing this coward wriggle like a worm at his very sight was amusing at least. He kept a straight face despite it, as he was still angry for his hair. He'll stink like sake for days... Maybe months!<br/><br/>"And yeah, you're a fool and don't deserve forgiveness. I better not see you drinking on this festival again." he added, and for a moment, his grip grew stronger, right before releasing Jabo, and turning away. "Otherwise, prepare your face for a meeting with the soles of my shoes. And the pavement."