Shizuo is outside the bar by the entrance, leaning against the wall behind him, smoking a cigarette, trying to suppress his anger from his recent encounter with a certain fleabag. He grits his teeth as thinking about him just pisses him off.

"I swear I am going to fucking kill him one day." He spoke, his voice, seething with anger and contempt.

He pushes himself off the wall before throwing his cigarette on the ground and crushes it with his shoe. He sighed, and walked away, placing his hands in his pockets.