~~ Knife number +fourteen+ ~~

[purinzuzarippa]

[Sitting at the edge of his bed, Bel could be seen in a formal suit, a pure black one with a red tie to match. His messy, blonde locks were combed down, making it neater than usual. His small silver tiara is placed on his head, polished and sparkling brightly. Pulling and tucking at his sleeves, he growled in anger, throwing the jacket onto his bed

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[kuromu_sama]

Bel..?

You're wearing a suit..?

[purinzuzarippa]

[Taking out a knife, he ripped the shirt into shreds before speaking into the communicator.]

Shishi~ Nope, not anymore.

[kuromu_sama]

W-Why not..?

[purinzuzarippa]

Cause I hate them.