[ On this fine Lucetian afternoon, a polite young boy and a loud man are having a mild squabble in the middle of the plaza. Suddenly, however, the boy gets very, very quiet. And smiles, absently reaching for a pocket. ]
Kio, could you please hold out your hand?
Oh, okay!
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[TUGS AT THE HANDCUFF LIKE IT'LL COME OFF MAGICALLY]
I'm not into this kind of fetish! Let me go!
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[Smiles like it isn't a big deal.]
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And now that you're back, you do this kind of thing to me!
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[ . . . note what he is not sorry for. ]
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