[ in his hand, huaisang's regular fan has been open for a while, now; he flips it closed with something resembling a slap. ]
Do you know, da-ge always yelled at me when I didn't want to practice, and it never got to me at all — our cousin, Nie Zonghui, he had a far more efficient method. He just looked all disappointed, and I hated that.
[ it sounds like a non-sequitur, until huaisang looks at itachi and says, somewhat accusingly, ] You sound just like him.
[ a huff. ] Fine. I won't be there at four, but I'll be there before eight.
[ in the suddenly-empty room, huaisang looks around, eyes wide — and then huffs, entirely exasperated, ]
I can't believe that guy! How is Wei-xiong such good friends with him?
[ and then, immediately after, ] What I am saying, of course Wei-xiong has found the weirdest possible friend he could and managed to annoy himself into becoming his friend. Right, well. I guess that's one way of escaping conversations.
[ and then he leaves, too, to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day, thankyouverymuch. ]
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[ in his hand, huaisang's regular fan has been open for a while, now; he flips it closed with something resembling a slap. ]
Do you know, da-ge always yelled at me when I didn't want to practice, and it never got to me at all — our cousin, Nie Zonghui, he had a far more efficient method. He just looked all disappointed, and I hated that.
[ it sounds like a non-sequitur, until huaisang looks at itachi and says, somewhat accusingly, ] You sound just like him.
[ a huff. ] Fine. I won't be there at four, but I'll be there before eight.
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Very well. I will see you then.
๏ผ and on that note, he's just. gone???
he's gone.
ninjas, man. can't trust 'em. ๏ผ
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I can't believe that guy! How is Wei-xiong such good friends with him?
[ and then, immediately after, ] What I am saying, of course Wei-xiong has found the weirdest possible friend he could and managed to annoy himself into becoming his friend. Right, well. I guess that's one way of escaping conversations.
[ and then he leaves, too, to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day, thankyouverymuch. ]
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