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[textile_kanji]

Uh...any doctors around? Got a question.

[He pauses; is there anything else he wants to say right now? Nope, there sure isn't.]

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[princedetective]

Idiot.

[textile_kanji]

...

[princedetective]

Have you paid no attention to the network of late? Getting your chip out could kill you.

[textile_kanji]

I-it might not!

I just...wanted to be useful, dammit!

[princedetective]

You will be useful alive. What exactly is your rush?

[textile_kanji]

......Uh.

[princedetective]

Well?

[textile_kanji]

Why do you think?

[princedetective]

I have no idea. Thus my asking.

[textile_kanji]

[If you were anybody else, you would have been insulted rather badly for coming across smart alecky. Instead, he stops himself because he almost did it anyway, (bad habit) and goes about a different route.]

...I uh....don't think you'd care, Naoto-kun.

[princedetective]

[ Oh, she's totally annoyed, which is why she is being more cross than usual. ]

Of course I would care. [ Because we're teammates. ]

[textile_kanji]

Y-you do!?

[She should really add that part to the rest of that sentence.]

[princedetective]

[ She thinks it's obviously the only reason; she's thick, remember? ]

You still haven't answered my question. What could possibly have possessed you to make such a stupid decision at this time?

[textile_kanji]

[Talk about constant miscommunication between two people all the time, eh?]

Well, uh...[Should he really even say?]

[princedetective]

... [ Waiting for you to finish that sentence, or change the subject, or what have you. ]

[textile_kanji]

[He never does; his frequency just ends up going away. He really isn't in the mood after dealing with that doctor.]