When Michael came over to punch both him and Utrien, it did not hurt him, felt more like a little pinch, and whether a bruise would be there or not didn't bother him, as he wouldn't remember it. He kept chuckling however, trying to suppress his laughing through closed lips, it was hard to stop himself from laughing. However, he noticed the things he had said had gotten to ghosty boy over there, and that made him happy. Good now he was angry, now Jurou didn't need to be mad at him casually walking around like it was nothing anymore. That's all he wanted. But the things he was blurting out to him really annoyed him, he sat there and listened with a sinister grin on his face for a moment but as he continued he stood up and decided to retaliate.
"You mean to tell me, that you treated me like a criminal being interrogated for something as stupid and pathetic as that?!" His eyes were wide as he looked Marshall dead in the eyes quite far from calm at this point.
"Sorry to interrupt you trying to get laid" Jurou said sarcastically
"Princess." With that last comment he bowed in order to mock Marshall further. However he did get quite embarrassed when he mentioned Jurou had been stalking him
"I-I was not stalking you! I just, wanted to.... hang out with you... But you bloody left the room before I could say anything you damn idiot." His cheeks were red now from getting flustered over something like that, he had hoped no one would find out because he was practically stalking the man and then things got out of hand and he didn't want to get caught but it backfired. He was the real idiot. When a whole lot of knives were suddenly pointed at him, it simply made him laugh.
"Haha! Do it." He was dead serious, he wanted to see if he would actually do it or not but it didn't seem that way as the knives fell around him, quite far into the floor. Well, he thought he had problems controlling his emotions. Perhaps they were more alike than he thought.
Once Marshall had left he simply stood there with balled fists, staring, actually more like scowling at the exit Marshall had just taken. He knew by this point the others would probably run off to his rescue, to save the poor Princess who was just attacked by a.... lion. Admitting you were wrong was one of the hardest things Jurou could do when he had believed he was right for that whole argument. At least now he knew there was something going on between Marshall and Michael. His gaze shifted to Utrien, then to Michael, curious and also worried about how they'd react. A lot of people had just seen the asshole side to Jurou and that was something he really didn't want people to see. If they still could see him as a friend after that he'd be quite surprised, perhaps he was being over dramatic. However, it was disappointing to see that someone had already claimed Michael, and he seemed to feel the same way. Letting out a long irritated sigh he decided not to think about it too much, just needed to calm down for now.
