I guess you could say that Lussuria was a pervert. Because he was.
Right now however, he was sprawled on the floor of a boxing ring, staring through broken glasses at the shattered glass on the ground.
"Heh…"
His knee was busted, and he was tired. Too tired. Not to mention that he'd been shot. IN THE BACK.
"I mean…Who shoots someone in the back?"
He was delirious, clearly. Those two Cervello broads were standing over him, blocking Ryohei – Oh, Ryohei, precious body so perfectly sculpted! – from reaching him.
Eh. Like the silver-haired kid even cared. He probably just wanted the ring.
Grunting a little as he reached for the chain around his neck, Lussuria tore the necklace off and stretched his arm out pathetically. Screw being a Varia. That crazily sexy boy had won fair and square. "Oh my~ I believe you won this, snowflake…"
He coughed, spattering blood onto the green hair falling into his face. "Take it. I…"
Another cough. And he knew that the Varia had abandoned him. Well he'd never liked those jerks much anyway. Especially Squalo and Belphegor.
"Hey! This is EXTREMELY unfair!"
And Ryohei had pushed his way past the Cervello, now kneeling beside him. "Don't die on me! I gotta learn your secrets! You gotta teach me!"
Yet again the okama laughed, closing his eyes and letting out a wheezy sigh.
"Shut up…Kid. Have the ring…"
The heated metal was pressed into Ryohei's hand just as the Cervello managed to get back up and haul the younger man away.
Ryohei never did find out what happened after that. And for some reason, he always regretted not doing things differently…