As the night seemingly went on forever, the storm thundered angrily onward, battering the sea with heavy winds and rain. The sound could even be heard, however faint, within the halls of the base. And yet, no matter how much Mother Nature raged, even she wasn't able to be more than a nuisance to the occupants safely tucked away inside the old military building.

Homura sat quietly as he listened to the storm, sitting in the kitchen to the base. A cup of lukewarm coffee rested in the table next to him as the personal assistant flipped through his Pokédex. The internet signal was uselessly faint thanks to the weather outside, but he could still peruse his emails offline - or do whatever else he could think of to try and keep his mind occupied.

At the very least, occupied by something other than Matsubusa.

At that moment, something cold and slightly damp pressed up against the back of Homura's neck, causing him to jerk and drop his Pokédex. He instinctively clasped a hand over the area, glancing behind him.

It wasn't too surprising to see Shelly standing behind him wearing a sassy grin as she held a bottle of Irish cream in one hand and two cups of coffee in the other. "Oops, did I startle you?"

Homura arched an eyebrow, his expression deadpan. "No, the bottle did."

Shelly set the coffee and bottle down onto the table before she pulled up a chair. "Guess I'm going to have to up my game. You didn't even notice me brewing up some fresh coffee or all the subtle hints I was dropping that I wanted to go off somewhere and make out, like say, my bed."

Homura turned his attention back to his Pokédex, picking it up off the table. "...I have other things on my mind right now."

Shelly slid one of the cups of coffee over to Homura before she popped open the bottle. "That's why I figured we'd have some high class Irish cream to go with our coffee."

"I don't drink," Homura said, turning his head to glance at the redhead out of the corner of his eye.

Shelly poured herself some cream with a quiet hum. "Yeah, should've figured. Alcohol is probably the only thing strong enough to loosen up a guy wound up as tight as you." She playfully nudged him in the shoulder with hers.

Homura's mouth quirked slightly in a barely noticeable smile. "All the more reason."

Shelly set the bottle down and leaned against Homura as she took a generous sip of coffee. "Your loss. This is the high-grade stuff from my special stash. I don't offer to share it with just anyone you know."

Homura watched Shelly in silence for several moments before he quirked an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

Shelly tapped Homura's cheek. "Says the man with bags under his eyes so big the airport would charge extra to stow them."

Homura blinked, his eyes widening slightly, before he let out an exasperated sigh. "I can catch up on my sleep later."

Shelly leaned against Homura's shoulder. "Or you could sleep now when there's literally nothing that needs to be done." A wicked smile graced her lips. "Unless you can think of someone that needs doing."

Homura's expression was deadpan, which conflicted sharply with the light pink tint to his ears. He turned his attention forward again, and down to the device in his hands. "...You're very persistent."

Shelly snickered as she noticed the flushed skin. "Pot. Kettle. Black."

Homura could feel Shelly's eyes on his ears, and the blush instinctively deepened. "...Regardless, I have a responsibility to Matsubusa."

Shelly let out an overdramatic sigh as she flipped her long hair back away from her face. "Isn't it just the way? The good ones are already smitten with someone else. How will I ever compete with your unrequited love?"

Homura quirked his eyebrow as he kept his eyes on the screen in front of him. "...Are you familiar with the Kaina City Ferry Disaster?"

All humor drained from Shelly's face as she slowly straightened up. "Who isn't?"

"A morning ferry straight out of Kaina City was attacked by Sharpedos," Homura said, his voice going low. "It was the largest attack carried out by wild Pokémon, and it completely destroyed the previous belief that Pokémon weren't capable of organizing and carrying out a full-scale assault against humans. Of the three hundred people onboard, only ten survived - nine Pokémon trainers and a child."

Shelly's fingers curled around her mug. "Something tells me I'm not going to like where this is going."

"The child only survived due to being trapped in his room, inside the capsized vessel," Homura said. "Though he naturally would have died eventually when either the air ran out or the water finished flooding the room, had he not been rescued by the Pokémon Rangers." The personal assistant paused before he finally turned to Shelly, his expression hard. "That child was Matsubusa."

For a long while, Shelly could only stare at Homura, before finally she took a swig of Irish cream directly from the bottle.

"Matsubusa can't handle water, he can't handle oceans. He's not particularly fond of storms, either," Homura murmured as he bowed his head. "Is your captain even capable of handling that kind of terror?"

The bottle hit the table with a loud clunk as Shelly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I should've brought out the harder stuff for this kind of conversation."

Homura glanced back at Shelly. "...I can't rest until I know he's safe."

Shelly took a deep breath and started to exhale slowly, but the air wound up rushing out with a huff. "Well. That explains a lot. If it helps at all, he's safe. Aogiri's got too big a heart and if somehow it came down to one of them dying, he'd take the bullet for Matsubusa. Not to mention there's Dante and all of Aogiri's Pokémon and the fact that they're in a reinforced military base."

"But can he take Matsubusa's fear?" Homura asked, his voice quiet. "His trauma?"

Shelly blew a strand of hair from her face. "Can anyone?" She took another gulp of Irish cream.

Homura went silent for several moments before he reached for his coffee, pausing only when Shelly suddenly intercepted his hand with the fresh cup she had brought. The personal assistant glanced at the redhead, then accepted the beverage. "After his parents were killed, Matsubusa was placed in an orphanage."

Shelly poured more cream into her coffee before sipping from the mug, the bitterness offsetting the strong sweetness of the cream. "Let me guess - from then on his life was only sunshine and rainbows and happiness, right?"

Homura snorted derisively as he put down his Pokédex, holding his coffee with both hands. "People jumped at the opportunity to adopt him. It must've sounded quite glamorous and noble, adopting the only child survivor of such a terrible incident." The personal assistant's expression darkened. "But when they found out how difficult it'd be, and how work they'd have to put in... they promptly returned him, as if he were a damn shoe that didn't fit."

Shelly gawked at Homura. "You're kidding."

"It happened seven times, with the final one lasting a single day," Homura said, his voice rough. "They finally stopped trying to get him adopted when Matsubusa lashed out at the next set of parents, violently attacking them. He apparently bit one of the orphanage workers, so they decided he was too unstable."

There was nothing Shelly could say to that; all she could manage was a low whistle.

"...If your captain can't handle him at his worst, he needs to back out now," Homura said. "Before Matsubusa becomes too attached. He's been abandoned enough."

Shelly propped her elbow up on the table and leaned against her hand as she regarded Homura's words. "I think you're underestimating Aogiri. Not that I blame you, given Matsubusa has gone through absolute shit. But if you think it isn't already too late for them to break it off before either of them get hurt, then you've been jamming your fingers in your ears and your thumbs in your eyes to what's been building up between them."

Homura paused at that before he grimaced and let out a heavy sigh. "...I know."

"Aogiri has a big heart," Shelly said softly. "It'd kill him if he made Matsubusa suffer." She placed her hand on Homura's shoulder. "He'll take care of him."

Homura looked at Shelly before he stared down in to his cup. "...Good. Because I'll kill him if he doesn't."

Shelly snickered. "I'd think Matsubusa has dibs on making Aogiri a corpse."

"I'm the quicker draw." Homura said, with a smirk.

Shelly walked her fingers up along Homura's arm. "So you're saying when it comes to shooting, you're the fastest around?"

Homura paused at that before he eyed Shelly. "I hit my target, if that's what you're implying."

Shelly chuckled as she toyed with Homura's sleeve. "Accuracy is important, but many would argue that stamina is the most important trait a man can have when shooting his gun."

Homura quirked an eyebrow. "I'd say it's more about making each shot count."

Shelly smirked. "So each round of yours can send someone to their knees in record time? Sounds fun."

Homura regarded the redhead, his expression amused - albeit tired. "You would like the sound of that, wouldn't you?"

Shelly inched closer to Homura, her smile curving wickedly at the corners. "Of course, you'll understand if I want to put these boasts of yours to the test, right?"

"Naturally," Homura said, before he sipped his coffee. "...I might try some of that Irish cream after all."

Shelly dropped her voice into a low, sultry whisper. "Good. I hear it pairs beautifully with Kalos cheesecake."

Dawn had not yet broken over the horizon, though the storm thankfully had. With no thunderous storm clouds in the sky, it was actually turning out to be a rather peaceful morning at the docks in Kaina City.

Dozens of men and women scurried about an expensive-looking boat, a private charter with no discernible markings. Kagari watched as the sailors prepared their vessel for them, her arms crossed. Kazan Industries didn't own any boats for rather obvious reasons, and without Tabitha, a helicopter was out of the question. As a result, Kagari had no choice but to rent a boat for their purposes.

Naturally, once they arrived at the base for their rendezvous with Homura, the hired sailors and the ship would be left behind – left on the lifeboats to make their way back to shore. She wasn't about to keep them around any longer than she had to. She would've preferred using grunts from Team Magma out of uniform, but that'd mean exposing her face to them. In the end, this was the best option.

Kagari hummed as she noticed the preparations had been completed, then turned to glance in to the limo, through the open door. "Honey, the boat's ready. Are you awake?"

A gentle snort followed by a quiet snore answered as Courtney shifted slightly on the plush seat cushions. She hadn't even changed, still wearing her Charizard pajamas. The sleep debt she accumulated had hit her hard, keeping her asleep in spite of all the noise and commotion going on as many people rushed to get the boat ready swiftly.

Kagari moved forward to peer in to the limo, before a soft smile appeared on her face. "I'll take that as a 'no'."

There was no response from Courtney, just the soft expression of someone who was finally relaxed and enjoying some pleasant dreams.

Kagari giggled before she moved to carefully pick up Courtney, her expression wry. She made certain not to jostle her comrade as she secured her hold on their Tech Master, then proceeded towards the boat. Courtney rested in Kagari's arms as if she weighed nothing at all.

"Hold it right there!"

Kagari paused, the voice vaguely familiar. She glanced over her shoulder to see the source before her expression immediately became neutral. Striding through the dock towards them was none other than Police Chief Junsar, moving as quickly as she could with a group of officers behind her. "...My. You're quite a ways from Kanto, aren't you."

"I know what you're trying to do," Junsar said, her voice sharp as she came to a stop beside the Team Magma admin. "You're planning on negotiating with the kidnappers."

Kagari's expression remained neutral, not giving away any of her thoughts. "And if we are?"

"This is an official matter for the police," Junsar said as she moved in front of Kagari. "You don't make a move without me knowing about it. If you're going to contact the kidnappers, then we're going to be there to nail them."

Kagari quirked an eyebrow at Junsar. "This is an official matter for Kazan Industries. And, quite frankly, your sudden desire to assist is too little, too late."

Junsar let out a huff of frustration as her fingers itched to grab the cigarettes in her pocket. "We're trying to help get Mr. Kazan back as quickly as possible."

"I sincerely doubt that," Kagari said, stiffly, before she resumed walking towards the boat. She purposely stepped around Junsar, without hesitation. "Rest assured, we're already in the process of securing Mr. Kazan's safe return."

Junsar went rigid, her eyes following Kagari. "You made a deal."

"Kazan Industries is withholding comment at this time," Kagari said as she carried Courtney across the docks. "I'm sure you can understand, given the precarious situation."

After only a moment's hesitation, Junsar raced after Kagari to intercept the other woman before the admins boarded the boat. "Hold it!"

Kagari's cheek twitched and she stopped momentarily, glancing back at Junsar with thinly disguised irritation. "Yes?"

"You're going with police escort," Junsar said with a note of finality. "I won't hear any argument."

"...Oh, yes, because it makes perfect sense to go negotiate with pirates while having a police escort," Kagari said, icily.

"This will be coordinated by the police," Junsar said, her steely gaze meeting Kagari's. "Just do what we say and we'll ensure Mr. Kazan will return safely."

"As a corpse, right?" Kagari asked, sweetly with only a hint of malice. "No, thank you, Chief Junsar. We're already quite aware of where you priorities are - and they are not with Mr. Kazan's safe return."

Junsar opened her mouth to reply when Courtney raised her head and opened two bloodshot eyes.

"Get a warrant," Courtney snarled, "or fuck off!"

Kagari paused and looked down at Courtney before she smiled. "...As my comrade says. Get a warrant... or fuck off." Without waiting for a response, the admin of Team Magma turned on her heels and resumed walking towards the boat.

Junsar glared at the two women, clenching her fingers in to fists, and watched their departure as her fellow officers approached her. "Get the boats ready," she said under her breath.

Aogiri wasn't much of an early riser except for when he had something planned for that day. That's why he roused closer to noon than dawn, and even then did so with some difficulty. He yawned and stretched away the lethargy weighing down his muscles, but took care not to displace the lithe man using him as part pillow and part heating pad.

The sight of Matsubusa sleeping so soundly against him brought a smile to Aogiri's face. "I could get used to waking up like this," he whispered before he ran his fingers lightly through the other man's vibrant red hair.

Matsubusa made a soft noise at the touch before he moved to bury his face in Aogiri's chest, letting out a sigh.

The gentle nuzzling motion felt wonderful to Aogiri, even through the thin cloth of his silky pajamas. Privately, he lamented that he was deprived of the feeling of Matsubusa's skin against his, but he knew that the redhead wasn't ready for them to sleep together naked yet. However, such a tiny pang of regret wasn't enough to ruin his enjoyment of their closeness. "I definitely could get used to waking up like this," he murmured as he watched Matsubusa with fond eyes.

For several minutes more, Aogiri was able to savor the moment before a knock at the door caught his attention. He sighed before angling his head towards the door. "Come on in."

Matsubusa didn't rouse, even by the sound of the knocking. Instead, he remained sprawled out against the pirate, finding comfort in his firm, hot body.

The door opened to reveal Matt, who gawked at the scene before closing it almost completely. "Sorry!"

Aogiri laughed at the reaction. "Relax, we're all decent in here. Just spending a little extra cuddle time before breakfast, that's all."

Matsubusa grunted, a grimace appearing on his face before he pressed it further in to Aogiri's perfect pectorals. Mollified, he rather quickly settled down back to sleep, his arms draped across the pirate's body.

Aogiri quieted immediately and stroked Matsubusa's hair with a tender touch as he watched Matt open the door again. "Let's keep it down," he whispered. "Masky could use all the rest he can get."

"Right," Matt whispered as he tried to keep his gaze away from the bed, just in case. "I just wanted to let you guys know we arrived, safe and sound. We docked and unloaded the ship, no problems. We'll have the crew keep it down when going near your room. Should I wait an hour to bring breakfast?"

Aogiri considered the question for a moment. "Bring something that'll keep for a while, like fruit and some water. When Masky wakes up, I'm sure he'll want something that has nothing to do with fish."

The continued conversation filtered in through the sleep clouding Matsubusa's head, a nagging sensation that pressed him to wake even when his body insisted it would rather not. His body was still winning the argument, at least for the moment.

"Okay," Matt said as he backed up a step. He nearly closed the door when he paused. "Is he, um, okay?"

Aogiri turned a fond gaze to Matsubusa's sleeping form. "As okay as he can be. I think as long as we keep him on land for a while and only move him around by air whenever he wants to go home, we should be good."

"So... that's it then, I guess?" Matt asked.

"The ball's in Masky's court now," Aogiri murmured before placing a brief kiss on Matsubusa's temple. "Whatever he says goes. I owe him that much." He paused and chuckled ruefully. "Maybe I should've gone with plan B after all."

Matsubusa made a small noise at the kiss, which was dismissed by Aogiri as he returned his attention to Matt. It had, however, done its job in tipping the scales in consciousness' favor, prompting the redhead's eyes to groggily open however slightly. He blinked blurrily, the world not entirely in focus as the voices still sounded a bit muddled – but he could at least recognize that words were being spoken.

Matt turned a skeptical eye Matsubusa's way. "I still don't think he would've taken you prisoner. He would've just tied you to a mast covered in penis graffiti like Shelly and left you for us."

A snort of laughter escaped through Aogiri's nose. "Maybe, or maybe I could've sweet talked him into making me his love slave."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Somehow I doubt it."

Matsubusa blinked slowly, his eyes drifting up to look at Aogiri's face. The pirate wasn't looking at him, instead talking to someone else. He watched Aogiri's lips as they moved, as the words the leader of Team Aqua spoke drifted in to his ears, to his sleep-weary head. It was then that the words finally registered. The redhead blinked once, then twice, before he jerked, pushing himself upwards in shock as he let out a startled shriek. "L-l-l-love slave!?"

Aogiri started at the sudden outburst then blinked before he burst out laughing. "Don't worry about missing out - I'm still game to try it if you are!"

Matsubusa's jaw dropped as he gaped at Aogiri, his face solid red. "W-w-what sort of nonsense are you babbling with me right here in the room!?"

"Oh, just my back up plan if our mission to kidnap you went completely south," Aogiri chuckled before lightly poking Matsubusa's nose. "That's all."

Matsubusa squeaked and jerked back, reaching up to cover his nose. "Y-your backup plan was... that!?"

Matt rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "If snagging you failed, our brilliant captain was going to set himself up to literally fall into your lap and taunt you into taking him prisoner."

Aogiri waggled his eyebrows. "Hey, you can't tell me that you haven't been tempted to tie me up and have fun fulfilling whatever naughty fantasies are brewing in that brilliant brain of yours."

Matsubusa sputtered in protest, his blush spreading like wildfire until it was the same shade as his hair. He could only let out a stream of incoherent sounds as he reached up and struck repeatedly at Aogiri's shoulder.

Aogiri laughed despite the blows, as there was barely any real power behind them. "Oh yeah, baby, I always pictured you as an S."

Matsubusa's voice rose in pitch and intensity as he proceeded to use both hands to strike at Aogiri's shoulder, all but shrieking his disapproval.

Aogiri chuckled softly as he waited the fit out before speaking again. "Should I get your whip out so we can do this BDSM thing properly?"

Matsubusa let out a strangled scream before he grabbed one of the pillows and swung it at Aogiri.

Aogiri let the pillow slap him flat onto the bed, laughing all the while. He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I give, I'll stop teasing now. I throw myself upon your mercy!"

Matsubusa gasped for breath as he glared down at Aogiri, positively quivering with mortification. "Bastard!"

Aogiri kept his hands up and gave Matsubusa a lopsided smile. "I surrender. Do with me what you will."

Matsubusa opened his mouth to snap something when he paused, a little bell going off in his head. He stared at Aogiri before he bristled. "T-t-this is more of that 'l-l-l-slave crap!?"

"Aw darn," Aogiri chuckled, "You guessed."

"Y-you bastard!" Matsubusa clenched his fists and shook them at Aogiri. "Y-y-you said you surrendered!"

"I do," Aogiri said as he reached out to stroke Matsubusa's wrist. "You can do anything you want to me. That's basically what surrendering means, isn't it?"

Matsubusa quivered at the touch before he huffed. "T-then I'm ordering you to not talk about that... that nonsense!"

Aogiri brought Matsubusa's hand to his mouth and brushed his lips across the knuckles. "As you wish, master... I mean Masky."

Matsubusa shivered at the contact, his face becoming flushed. "...I-idiot...!"

Matt cleared his throat loudly. "Still here, you guys. You want breakfast or not?"

Matsubusa jerked at that and whipped around to stare at Matt, his eyes growing quite large as his blush came back in full force.

Aogiri sat up and brushed his lips against one of Matsubusa's blazing cheeks as he slid his arms around the redhead's waist. "Yup. Cancel what I said before - bring us something nice and hot."

Matsubusa hesitated before he lifted the pillow he held to cover his face, letting out a frustrated groan.

"Right," Matt said, drawing the word out as he shook his head slightly. "And I'll bring something for Levi and Masky's Houndoom too while I'm at it."

Matsubusa paused and peered around the edge of the pillow, his eyes falling on the Pokémon in question. The leader of Team Magma stared as Dante and Leviathan both looked at him from their position on the floor, by the doorway. A tremor ran through Matsubusa's body as Leviathan grinned at him, wiggling her brow, as Dante fixed him with a level stare of pure judgment. A swelling of shame flooded the redhead before he whipped his arm back, creating enough force to let him hurl the pillow at the Pokémon. "Stop staring at me!"

Leviathan took the pillow to her face, the fluffy object bouncing off uselessly and landing at the floor. The pillow did absolutely nothing to alter the Feraligatr's expression, the Pokémon still grinning brightly at the mortified man.

Aogiri chuckled. "Don't stress about it, Masky. It's not like they haven't seen kinkier from us."

Matsubusa trembled before he grabbed another pillow and flopped back on the bed. He pulled the pillow over his face, covering it as he attempted to smother the groan of frustration that escaped him - or perhaps just smother himself.

Aogiri quirked an eyebrow. "Okay, maybe they haven't. Can't say asphyxiation is really my kink, but I guess I'll give it a shot if it turns you on, Masky."

Matsubusa paused before he sat up sharply, letting out a growl as he lunged to try and shove the pillow against Aogiri's face. "Bastard!"

Aogiri let out a yelp that was muffled by the pillow as he flailed his arms and legs about in an exaggerated fashion for about ten seconds before dramatically flopping back limp and still.

Matsubusa blinked slowly before he let out a heavy sigh. "Idiot."

After a moment, Aogiri lifted the pillow so that Matsubusa could see his wink. "Nope, still not my kink."

Matsubusa sighed wearily before looked away. As he did, his eyes suddenly fell on Matt, who was still standing beside the bed. What immediately caught Matsubusa's eye, however, was the fact that the admin was holding his Pokédex up. "...Huh?"

"Don't mind me," Matt said without looking away from his Pokédex's screen. "I just like getting photographic evidence of all the dumb stuff my friends get in to. Just keep pretending to smother Aogiri."

Matsubusa gaped at Matt, his face turning red once more. He let out a startled cry before he hurled the pillow at the admin. "Bastard!"

Matt yowled as the pillow nearly knocked the Pokédex from his hand, and he beat a hasty retreat. "Hey! I was going to title the video 'Team Magma defeats Team Aqua' you know."

Matsubusa paused in mid-strike, holding another pillow high over his shoulder. "...Really?"

Matt shrugged. "Either that or Team Magma leader slays Team Aqua leader or something like that. Clever titles are pretty hard to think of sometimes, you know? I'm open to suggestions if you've got any."

Matsubusa considered that, torn with indecision. The logical response would be to continue striking at Matt with pillows. And yet, his defeat of Aogiri - even with just pillows - was very appealing. Goodness knows Aogiri had more than his fair share of victories the past few days.

Aogiri took advantage of the inattention to run his fingers ticklishly upward along Matsubusa's sides. "So you want everyone to know that you dominate me, huh?"

Matsubusa arched his back with a squeak, dropping the pillow as a shiver ran up his spine. "Hya-hah!?"

Aogiri sat up, pressing his chest flush against Matsubusa's back as he leaned in to whisper huskily in the redhead's ear. "If that's what you want, I'll be happy to let everyone know that you own me."

Matsubusa squeaked again as he clasped his hands over his mouth to stifle any more embarrassing sounds. He glanced back at Aogiri as he made a noise of protest through his hands, his breathing hitching.

"And that's my cue to leave," Matt said as he turned on his heel before marching double time to the door. "Dumb stuff is fine, but I ain't filming no porno."

Matsubusa jerked as he whirled to stare at Matt, then removed his hands as he made to follow. "N-no! No porno! It's not a porno!"

Matt didn't so much as look back as he made his hasty exit, slamming the door shut behind him.

Matsubusa gawked at the closed door, then whirled about to furiously shake his fists at the pirate. "You made him think I'm a pervert!"

"Actually, he was assuming I'm the pervert," Aogiri said slyly. "Considering I once shorted out his brain when we were moving supplies and the bottom dropped out of my box of toys."

Matsubusa paused at that. "...Toys?"

A wicked glint came to Aogiri's eye. "Would you like to see them?"

Matsubusa's eyes shot straight up in alarm. There was no way the look on Aogiri's face could mean anything good. "...No. Absolutely not."

Aogiri snapped his fingers and pouted. "Too soon for that too, huh?"

"Never would be too soon." Matsubusa said, firmly.

Aogiri drew circles slowly on Matsubusa's stomach. "You sure about that? I guarantee my toys are a tons of fun."

Matsubusa shivered at the touch before he reached down to grab Aogiri's wrists. "E-enough! No more toys! No more talking about toys!"

Aogiri let out an overly dramatic sigh before resting his chin on Matsubusa's shoulder. "O - kaaayyy, but you're missing out. I use them all the time and have a blast." His smile turned lewd. "Literally."

Matsubusa's eyes widened, completely aghast. With a sputter, he shoved against Aogiri's chest. "Y-you're doing this on purpose!"

"What?" Aogiri asked with faux innocence. "You mean tempting you with mind-blowing orgasms?" A soft chuckle escaped him. "You better believe it, baby."

Matsubusa moved his hands to cover Aogiri's mouth, glowering through his embarrassment. "It's too early for... for this nonsense!"

Though Aogiri was unable to speak, is muffled laughter beneath Matsubusa's hands was response enough for the leader of Team Magma.