“This sucks! Next bit! C'mon!”, one psychotic, unlikable redhead shouted out from the top seats, booing loudly and gesturing with his thumbs down.
This was nothing like the drama and intrigue of Saya's dark play. Rather, it was simply a bunch of starry-eyed shit-kids using daddy's money to put on a bunch of 'extravagant' plays that meant nothing and said nothing. Now Tomoe wasn't an artist and he wouldn't even try to play the part of an 'intellectual' critic for these horrible musicals, poems and stories; but he did know that they were bad, and wanted to do his part to let all the whimsical rich kids and corpy parents know that he thought they were bad. It was hatred without reason, because the Joyan knew in his heart that he didn't need a logical reason to dislike what he knew emotionally to be wrong.
“Go on, shit-for-brains! Fuck up your lines!”
As this went on, he received more than a handful of disapproving glares and confused head turns, but when no guards had the balls to tell him to stop they had to simply accept that this was the way this night of performances would be. Tomoe was a cunt, and everyone knew this, but without any proper opposition within Marigold, who could stop him from doing whatever he wanted? The guards were weak as hell, the Rune Knights wouldn't come all the way out here for one man, and there wasn't a single S-rank mage anywhere in sight. Marigold truly was his playground.
WC: 379/2,500
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