[Our leader, the fucker says, like Mikado is actually the leader of the Blue Squares, like he isn't being used, like he's some criminal mastermind. (He kind of is, but hell if Masaomi is going to acknowledge that shit. He knows there's a good reason behind what Mikado is doing!) Masaomi wants to punch Aoba right between the eyes. He could probably land the hit too, not like with Izaya. But with the curfew in effect, he wouldn't just be kicked out and have to go on with his night. For all he knows, this place has a basement kink dungeon they could lock him up in, and frankly, Aoba isn't worth another night imprisoned with nymphos and maniacs.]

I know him better than you. [He grinds from between clenched teeth.

Rather than punch Aoba, he grabs for the guy's arm and yanks him toward the dance floor, where everyone is wearing at least enough to avoid an NC-17 rating.]

If you want to keep wearing anything at all, you'll keep your mouth shut about Mikado and the shorts. Seriously. What kind of spoiled brat thinks hell's gonna respect your fucking age while torturing you?