Crisis Averted

Shaking his head, Hairy turned away in a cool samurai fashion.

Is that it? He wasn't going to… stab-stab me?

Hairy turned to look at me, and a timely breeze blew, rusting his hair and his robe.

The f*ck?

"I am no longer shipping you with junior brother, senior brother. Junior brother is too good for you."

Hairy spat on the ground, leaving me entirely confused about this whole incident.

What the h*ll is wrong with him?