( ichiro's laughter carries over from outside to where samatoki is situated. he curses himself for feeling like his heart skipped a beat, but it all smooths over before the delivery boy let himself in. he's perfected the art of a resting bitch face as he looks up at the bright stop-and-go eyes smiling down at him. )
Can I get a refund anyway? You didn't bring any food.
( no one said he had to make this easy, even though he practically asked ichiro to come here himself. )
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Can I get a refund anyway? You didn't bring any food.
( no one said he had to make this easy, even though he practically asked ichiro to come here himself. )