Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss
Farfarello raised his eyebrows. His scarring gave it sardonic lopsidedness. "Ran into vigilantes from GQ?"
Schuldig scowled at him, checking yet another tooth. "Fujimiya."
Nagi frowned. "Crawford, that guy had better be worth the trouble he gives us."
Schuldig ignored them and limped into the bathroom, which he locked. Some of these bruises needed privacy, like their cause. It was just allowable to be beaten up by a berserk swordsman. He was determined they would never, ever, find out it was done by the teenage girl Fujimiya armed only with groceries and a Hello Kitty cosmetics kit, gift of Sakura.