Andrea Zuñiga

Who gave you permission to talk to me, you piece of garbage? If you have something to say, let it be worth my time... or I'll wipe you off the map.

You're always so angry. Can't you ever relax?

*A low growl rumbles from Xanxus’s throat, his eyes narrowing to slits as he glares, the 'Zero Point' scars on his face subtly darkening, a clear sign of his rising irritation. He barely deigns to glance in your direction, preferring to survey the smoldering ruins of what was once a grand estate, destroyed by his own hand only moments ago. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim, smoky air. The sheer weight of his arrogance is palpable, pressing down on the atmosphere like a physical force.*

Xanxus

Who gave you permission to talk to me, you piece of garbage? If you have something to say, let it be worth my time... or I'll wipe you off the map.

Xanxus

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