He'd seen tomato kid in class, head ducked down, looking ashamed. He was just one among a list of nameless others the hunt took hold of. He was no more interesting than any other. One thing in common means nothing, especially in his case. He'd gone on his way.

But then there he is again, Tomato kid still looking like the saddest thing in the salad. He watches impassively at the little squeak, intending to move on. But the other guy makes a move. Looks like someone wants to make pasta sauce.

What a pitiful apology. He'd probably deserve it just for that. Oh well.

"Oh? Are we fighting? How fun!" He reaches out, grasping the other guy's arm and yanking it back. There's a feral grin and laugh on his breath. The girl calls out a name. He doesn't listen for it. The guy makes a noise of protest and he pulls that arm up just a painful bit higher. "What's the matter? You wanted to fight one of us didn't you? Unless you want to rethink that."

He lets the guy go, shoving him roughly away from Tomato kid.