I Loved the Devil

Ruki gazed deeply, with enough frustration to flood the Pacific, into his beer, "Between a psychopath and a murderer, who would you fall in love with?"

"I'd off myself." Uruha snorted, not without a twinkle in his eye. Ruki slammed his forehead against the table and moaned, "Alright, say again--between a psychopath, who has been your long-time fiancee, and a murderer who is currently the object of affection of your naive bandmate, who would you fall in love with?"

Uruha sighed and slugged an arm over Ruki's shoulders in sympathy.