Well, that stuck in Yuki's brain. He rolled his hands over his face, snorting over Renji's remarks. A scoffed resounded from his mouth, that of full disbelief.
"You know what? You're a real piece of shit, Renji. You walk around this place with your chest puffed like you're some kind of god just because you've got money. But all I see is a spoiled little brat who thinks owning a percentage of something means you own people too. People shouldn't be owned!"
Renji's jaw clenched. His posture stiffened on the bed. At first he pretended not to hear Yuki's remarks. Lazily, he rolled to the other side of the bed, the headphones half on his head. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah, you heard me." Yuki stepped closer, his eyes locked on Renji. "You act like the world owes you something just because you can toss cash around like confetti. But deep down? You're just a lonely kid who thinks being an asshole makes him powerful."
