Shadewood I'm allergic to shrimp

orochi’s features scrunched up when he heard the boy’s footsteps grow louder and louder. orochi was a bit thankful for the rain, for the tears that streamed down his face were masked by the droplets. coupled with his signature angry expression, he seemed to be in no distress. at least that’s what he thought. in reality his sadness and disappointment outshined his performance and the wavering of his voice was no help either. no. i d-don’t need your help. go away! orochi clenched his teeth and took a few steps away.