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TENTH! I apologize for everything that happened within the past week! It's-- that kind of behaviour-- inexcusable...!Shit! You hair doesn't look anything like a pair of animal ears, I was delusional, or something! The Tenth has the greatest hair on this whole fucking island, and if someone wants to argue about it, they'll have to take it up with me

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[And he promptly shove him back. Away.] You... talked to the Tenth about...

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You have to be-- ...kidding me.

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What the fuck did you end up telling him?! [Grabbed him by the collar now, dragging him in, the fog of confusion and horror becoming a steady fury now.]

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What activity! There's NO ACTIVITY, retard! Che! [He shoved him back, away. Worst week -ever-.]

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Who's asking you to fix it! Tch, for your sake, the Tenth better have known you were lying-!

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You know what? Glad you asked. [And yeah. Right hook, coming your way. Hayato had had it. He was -beyond- pissed and humiliated, and he was sick of this island, and sick of Kyouya jerking him around. So, maybe he'd feel bad for it right after-- for losing it when the Tenth had asked him not to, and hitting someone who wasn't going to defend-- but a moment before any guilt could even begin to form, he was too busy breaking Hibari's nose.]

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[He'd catch Hibari as he came, and struggled to keep his balance, but not hard enough. Backed up, into his door, and hissed, scraping against him to toss him off, but not putting his all into it. Honestly, he was tired of fighting. That's all that happened, non-stop, and half of it wasn't intended, though he wouldn't admit it. Caught in the moment, he hadn't realized the free hit wasn't so free after all. Fuck.] Don't even start!

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[He stared, a little wildly, catching on pretty easy-- and muttered something under his breath, eyes widening briefly in recognition, then narrowing, to get back to basics. He didn't like this position one damn bit. But he held his gaze.] You're going to go to the Tenth, and apologize for lying... [In a low voice.]