Somehow or another, Kitti made it to the hills where Yin was putting on his little contest... without punching anyone in the back of the head. There were a lot of people here, several that deserved a pummeling, but instead they were all focused on this so-called champion guy. All those eyes made Kitti jealous. What they saw standing out there was some sort of hero or a fraud or whatever, but what Kitti saw was an opportunity to prove something. All these other jerks standing around wouldn't have the nerve to just jump right in to a mosh pit, but not Kitti Mookjai. Yeah... well, and Patty probably would too, but she didn't really count. He'd have to show them how to have fun. Breaking their idol's nose while he was at it, that'd be a nice bonus.<br/><br/>"Whateve~r." Kitti groaned, tilting his head back, and then cracking his knuckles. He shed his jacket carelessly somewhere behind him. It was raggedy anyway. "Can we just get to the part where I kick somebody? I don't give a shit about your legitimacy as a master, but I owe you a knuckle sandwich-" He pointed to Yin "-and that other guy a kick in the teeth." He hooked a thumb over his shoulder."So as you can see, I'm a busy man, so let's hurry this up."<br/><br/>He was smiling by the time he was done with his little show. That's what it really was. Something to get the crowd invested in him, and start rooting for or against. Having a crowd rooting, even if they were all wishing he'd get his head smashed in, drove Kitti on to some new strength. He liked proving people wrong and then rubbing their faces in it afterwards. Patricia was so useful for exactly that, because he could always trust she was either hoping he won or hoping he embarrassed himself. In thanks for this 'support', perhaps, he returned Patty's look with a rude gesture. Rude gestures were his form of affection.<br/><br/>"You're so lame, Patty. Don't make me embarrassed to be associated with you, okay?" Also, this was his way of saying 'Goodluck'.