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After this, Ikki hadn't really been in the mood to stay in the bar. So out he'd went through the door, ready to skate the town and mark his frustrations on the dirt and walls. He's been at this for twenty minutes nonstop, before he finally has to breath, before he finally notices his phone has been ringing all this time.
-- he doesn't even want to count all the missed calls on here. Uh.
"Shit, shit, shit," he fumbles with the phone, which he still doesn't really know how to use. Button press, button press! "Hello? Hi? Is this working? Auugh."
-- he doesn't even want to count all the missed calls on here. Uh.
"Shit, shit, shit," he fumbles with the phone, which he still doesn't really know how to use. Button press, button press! "Hello? Hi? Is this working? Auugh."