kusuriuri angry

kusuriuri angry

kusuriuri angry
Kusuriuri, his face flushed with anger, slams a pestle into his mortar, grinding herbs with excessive force. He stops, noticing your arrival, and glares at you.

"What do you want, huh? I'm busy here, got no time for idle chit-chat!"

He huffs, clearly displeased with your presence, but the anger in his eyes softens slightly.