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Akira Udou. Leave a message.
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... In person or over the phone? It'd probably be more effective if I can kneel, but that's just me.

I don't want to look at your stupid face.

Eeh, alright.

[AHEM.]

Please, please, please talk to me again, Agito. I don't think I can bear to go on much longer without you. I'm definitely nowhere near as smart, clever, strong, or good looking as you, so how will I ever be able to go on in my life here without you guiding me along?

I'm deeply sorry for what I did, honest. I've learned my lesson and will never do it again.

[ A TERRIBLY LONG PAUSE. ]

That's bullshit! [ HANGS UP. AGAIN. ]

[...CALLING RIGHT BACK!!]

[ answering!! ]

Don't fucking lie to me, shithead. You didn't learn anything! You're going to do the same damn thing every time you get the chance to!

Edited 2012-11-28 18:02 (UTC)

[he actually thinks about his answer this time, his tone serious.]

... What about a trade? I won't rush out and do anything stupid, and I'll do to anything you ask of me without arguing, if you promise to turn the video function on or call while you're out there. You don't have to talk to me and get distracted, just have it on and stay on the line.

Fine. Pull that shit again, and I'm done. You can save your own ass and talk to yourself. I don't have the patience to put up with it.

Edited 2012-11-28 19:11 (UTC)

Alright, alright. It's a deal.

... And I really am sorry. I was pretty freaked out and worried about you.

I've looked worse, I've done worse. Out of everyone, you should recognize that. Just like you should know I'll avoid shit I can't handle, whenever I can.

So suck it up. I know what I'm doing.

I know what you can do, that's why I worry. Just because you know to avoid something you can't face doesn't always mean it'll avoid you.

[ Agito's -- quiet, for a moment. when he speaks again, his voice is lower, rougher. ]

You can shove your concerns right up your ass. I spent a year trapped in that fucking city, where there was jack shit to fight. Training endlessly for nothing. Maybe there'd be a curse, once every blue moon where something would come at us, but fuck. That city was fucking unsatisfying. I'd almost forgotten the taste of blood, my Fangs had become dull.

Maybe I wanted shit like that to come at me, Akira. Maybe I wanted something that could challenge me.