Shaking his head, Hairy turned away in a cool samurai fashion.
Is that it? He wasn't going to… stab-stab me?
Hairy turned to look at me, and a timely breeze blew, rusting his hair and his robe.
The f*ck?
"I am no longer shipping you with junior brother, senior brother. Junior brother is too good for you."
Hairy spat on the ground, leaving me entirely confused about this whole incident.
What the h*ll is wrong with him?