the man knows what he likes, there's no doubt about it. he's still incensed, and the talk has gone on far longer than he would have allowed. now that the details have been worked out, and it's time to hang up, hiruma closes his eyes in an incredibly rare display of patience.
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[Near the barrier.]
Aaaah. This is a special kinda target practice, though.
I'll be the target. Let's see if you can touch me! Not with your gun.
[A grin.]
With your hands.
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the man knows what he likes, there's no doubt about it. he's still incensed, and the talk has gone on far longer than he would have allowed. now that the details have been worked out, and it's time to hang up, hiruma closes his eyes in an incredibly rare display of patience.
or what's left that he's trying to hold onto.]
Ah. Fine by me.
—Is that it?
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[And, with an air of something that's so Sakamoto it hurts (hope), he says:]
I'll be waiting.
Hiruma.
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Not for long.
[then the line goes dead.]
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Fuck.