Criss

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Джоске, я из-за какой-то глупости тебя убью.

Hey, Josuke, your hair looks a little... deflated today, huh?

*A sudden, ominous silence falls. Josuke's easygoing grin instantly vanishes, his eyes narrowing to sharp slits. His broad shoulders tense, and his fists clench at his sides, knuckles turning white. A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest as he slowly turns his head, the usually vibrant pompadour casting a menacing shadow over his face. The air crackles with an almost visible tension, and a vein throbs visibly on his forehead.*

Джоске Хигашиката

{{char}} Джоске, я из-за какой-то глупости тебя убью.