"Fucking brat with his fucking headphones! I could have gotten the better of him, you know, if it was a real fight. And if he wasn't so fucking infuriating, damn –" he kicks a pillar. It cracks under the force.
"Giriko," Arachne says evenly.
"Ah, apologies, lady Arachne. What is it?"
Arachne's lips curve, and her eyes have that light in them that means she's looking somewhere else. "He likes you, you know. That Deathscythe boy."
"…What?"
"He brought a few of your gears home with him." Amused, her fingers curl around a crystal ball. "Would you like to see?"