Which I will tell you again, I have no clue about.
(why is it that he has to keep repeating this? jesus.
either way, he sees where fyodor points and taps, and there's a moment he laughs, pulling his shirt up to reveal the bandages, and with his other hand, he separates some around his ribs to show his own bruises.)
Look, Fy, twinsies!
(and then, the smile turns into a line, and he drops the shirt, grabbing his own drink to down. he's gonna need a third bottle.)
I'm the first one to dunk on Chuuya, but believe me, if I'm involved, there will be no attempts on your life or well-being. This happened before I reached him, I assume.
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(why is it that he has to keep repeating this? jesus.
either way, he sees where fyodor points and taps, and there's a moment he laughs, pulling his shirt up to reveal the bandages, and with his other hand, he separates some around his ribs to show his own bruises.)
Look, Fy, twinsies!
(and then, the smile turns into a line, and he drops the shirt, grabbing his own drink to down. he's gonna need a third bottle.)
I'm the first one to dunk on Chuuya, but believe me, if I'm involved, there will be no attempts on your life or well-being. This happened before I reached him, I assume.