Orochi Yamamoto 𖤐 山本大蛇

“So annoying!” he grunted out, his brows furrowing. “Then, surely you have better things to do than talk to this 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙣.”

“Stop callin’ me old man, dammit!!”

“Ha! Take that, bastard!”

Though, once he’s bit, he yelped out in pain and let go.

“Piece of shit!!! What are you, a dog!?”

“Ack—!!”

Oop. He’s immediately grabbing Adam in a tight grip to give him a hard ass noogie.

“Bastard!!”

“Ha! I get it a lot.” seems he’s proud of that…

“I’m older than you, so I’ll talk however I want.” he huffed.

“Does it look like I care?”

“Ah, eat shit.” he laughed.

“Hah…. I’ll never understand todays slang.”

“What the fuck is yapping?”

Old—.

“Hah? If it ain’t, what do you care!”

“Because I know the ugly motherfucker. Trust me, if it’s Tomio… Actually, who would even like that loser?”

Guess he’s back peddling.

“Surely it ain’t Tomio….”

“Good lord, you can be fuckin’ annoying.” he barked out a laugh. “Dating Tomio is hell in itself.”

Orochi doesn’t look like he believes it. After all, it 𝙞𝙨 a village full of retired farmers. It’s hard to find people under 60 here.

His eyes narrowed, staring at Adam.

“… If I ever get proof, 𝙤~𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙮."

+age!? Surely Tomio isn’t the only 30-something year old in the village!

“Not a lot of 30-somethings live here. It’s mostly old people and their grandchildren, rarely the children.”

He’s thinking on if he knows any 30-somethings in the village… Oddly, Orochi is pretty observant.

“…. Augh!!! Don’t tell me—!? Is it Yoshioka Tomio!?”

How the fuck did he get that just by+

“Age of your boyfriend is pretty big thing to forget, though…”

“…….30-something. And you’re 24?”

He’s judging the fact Adam doesn’t remember and the age gap…

“… Uh-huh.”

Doesn’t like to leave the house? Sounds familiar.

“How old is he?” he seems skeptical.

“I just wanted to know if I knew him, damn.” he laughed.

“Huh… What’s his name?”

Oh no—.

“Mgh… Is that boyfriend of yours a local?”

A change of subject! Kinda.

“As in, does 𝙝𝙚 believe in the jikininki?”

“Yeah, yeah…” he grumbled. “I’m calm now, I guess.” he rolled his eyes.

He turned his head and huffed, a glob of blood shooting out of his nose.

“Ugh…”

He wiped his nose again. At least it seemed to stop bleeding.

“Well, I’m fuckin’ listening now, damn.”

Orochi immediately reclined back, a look of shock on his face.

“I— fucking hell!! Fuck man, calm the fuck down!!”

That’s a lot of fucks…

At least it startled him enough to calm down a bit?? I guess…

“Old man—!? You know what my name is, shithead!!!”

Ah.

His nose is gushing now.

What a predicament…

“Urgh….!!!”

With how pained Orochi looks, someone might as well have punched him in the face.

“I’ll never forgive that piece of shit!!”

Orochi sniffled and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand.

How weird that a ghost can get a nose bleed…

“I fuckin’ doubt it! Piece of shit thing doesn’t eat often. I’m sure it was happy to.”

“No one’s seen it. I’ve seen it, though.”

He grimaced as he tapped the cigarette ash out onto the dirt.

“It’s a fuckin’ piece of shit bastard, is what it is. It fuckin’ ate my corpse!”

Ah. His nose is bleeding. He’s getting to worked up…

“Ha!”

He shook his head, grin widening.

“I see. So, I take it that means ya also believe in that stupid jikininki god, huh?”

Oh boy.