Disclaimer: I don't own Black Lagoon.
"Revy…is this really necessary?"
He looked about anxiously as everyone in the vicinity eyed him oddly. For some unknown reason, Revy had literally forced him (with threat of a gunshot to his lower extremities if he didn't comply) to wear the Hawaiian shirt that she had bought for him on a trip about the city. What he didn't understand was why she had demanded he at least wear it out once. Well…that and why she felt the need to let everyone know that she had bought it for him in as loud a voice as she could manage.
"Shut it, Rock. I BOUGHT THIS FOR YOU AND YOU'RE GONNA WEAR IT!"
As he winced slightly at the volume of the shout, he realized that in addition to staring at him oddly, people in the general area around him seemed to move away as he neared.
'I must look really bad in this…'
As they continued moving about, a murmur spread throughout the city.
Everyone knew that Revy 'Two Hands' was a possessive person. You didn't ever touch anything that belonged to her without her absolute permission. The fist (and last) man to do so had been beaten extensively, paraded across Roanapur, and then finally shot multiple times in the middle of the city as a warning to the population. The thieves, murderers, and other scum of Roanapur had never gone near her things again.
Rock did not understand, but the same couldn't be said for everyone else. To them, the message was crystal clear. The Hawaiian shirt was hers, so when Rock put it on, they knew not to mess with him because he belonged to her too.