[ 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.
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call;
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.
call;
Alright.
[short and to the point, but at least this time he doesn't hang up.]
call;
he's quiet, for a little while longer. ]
I'm hanging up.
call;
call;
call;
call;
[ HANGING UP. VIOLENTLY. ]
call;
call;
voicemail;
call;
call;
call;
[ HANGS UP. ]
action;