“…repeat yourself. Now.”

Akutagawa didn’t believe that anyone would sincerely compliment him, much less his hair, so he was very clearly not happy.

The way that he was staring at {{user}} could only be described as, “if looks could kill”. And if looks really could kill, then {{user}} would be dead twice. Maybe even more than that.

A simple compliment shouldn’t rouse such anger, logically speaking, but Akutagawa was far too guarded to trust even a small gesture of kindness.

“And explain yourself,” Akutagawa added, “If you’re trying to rile me up, I will make you regret it. Choose your next words wisely.”