[Hanako doesn't even question Decadence plucking up the album from the table at first, assuming he just wanted to get a better look at it. After all, he did say he was nearsighted, so while Amane still felt a bit itchy about interfering with things too much on this side, it couldn't be helped, right...?
But the moment the CD smacks down onto the dresser, the sharp, brittle snap of plastic cracking against the hard surface of the table, Hanako jolts, eyes darting Ango in nervous disbelief.]
H-Hey...
[Was this some sort of joke...? Surely Ango knew better than to damage something like that in something as delicate as a place like this, right...? But Ango just continues to smash and shatter the case, almost as if he was under a trance, and the escalating violence of it all was starting to alarm Hanako greatly. Sure, he may have threatened the guy before, but seeing him pulverize this innocuous looking CD in an abrupt, sudden fit of rage... it was actually scary. Terrifying, even.
Hanako's voice rises in pitch and desperation as he tries to reason with him, the sound of destruction nearly drowning out his shouts as he reaches for his arm.]
HEY--!! O-OLD GUY!! KNOCK IT OFF...!!
[He scrambles to try to pull Decadence back, his arms and legs looping around the older man in a vain attempt to haul him away from doing further damage. Unfortunately, he was just a spindly, tiny teenage boy against a full grown adult, and even with Dreamer strength on his side, whatever was possessing Ango at the moment was determined to see this through.
Finally, it seems like whatever fury possessed Ango spent itself through, the only remains of the once pristine album in silvery, jagged plastic shards upon the dresser table. Hanako stares at the carnage, trembling like a leaf in the breeze against the man's back, before fearfully glancing towards Decadence, voice small and uncomprehending.]
W-What's wrong with you? Why in the world did you do that...??
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But the moment the CD smacks down onto the dresser, the sharp, brittle snap of plastic cracking against the hard surface of the table, Hanako jolts, eyes darting Ango in nervous disbelief.]
H-Hey...
[Was this some sort of joke...? Surely Ango knew better than to damage something like that in something as delicate as a place like this, right...? But Ango just continues to smash and shatter the case, almost as if he was under a trance, and the escalating violence of it all was starting to alarm Hanako greatly. Sure, he may have threatened the guy before, but seeing him pulverize this innocuous looking CD in an abrupt, sudden fit of rage... it was actually scary. Terrifying, even.
Hanako's voice rises in pitch and desperation as he tries to reason with him, the sound of destruction nearly drowning out his shouts as he reaches for his arm.]
HEY--!! O-OLD GUY!! KNOCK IT OFF...!!
[He scrambles to try to pull Decadence back, his arms and legs looping around the older man in a vain attempt to haul him away from doing further damage. Unfortunately, he was just a spindly, tiny teenage boy against a full grown adult, and even with Dreamer strength on his side, whatever was possessing Ango at the moment was determined to see this through.
Finally, it seems like whatever fury possessed Ango spent itself through, the only remains of the once pristine album in silvery, jagged plastic shards upon the dresser table. Hanako stares at the carnage, trembling like a leaf in the breeze against the man's back, before fearfully glancing towards Decadence, voice small and uncomprehending.]
W-What's wrong with you? Why in the world did you do that...??