[ As if Ichiro's the only angry one. Seeing Ichiro's face first thing in the morning while he's having coffee's not exactly his ideal way of starting the day. The coffee he's made spills onto the table when the mug get shaken in surprise. Unlike Ichiro's loud "Fuck!", his is more of a click of the tongue and a low "the hell is this shit?" when the question pops up, too.
He has no idea what game this is—he clicked on the app because he was curious (and an idiot), but now that there's a question and Ichiro's face behind it? He's not sure what to even do anymore. ]
Oi. You real over there, or just some fake playin' tricks on me?
[ Samatoki's at least thought about it some. This could just be some weird memory thing playing tricks on him, or the real Ichiro could be on the other end of this app - like some kind of video chat game. He has no idea... Best to try and talk first before throwing his device away, anyway. ]
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He has no idea what game this is—he clicked on the app because he was curious (and an idiot), but now that there's a question and Ichiro's face behind it? He's not sure what to even do anymore. ]
Oi. You real over there, or just some fake playin' tricks on me?
[ Samatoki's at least thought about it some. This could just be some weird memory thing playing tricks on him, or the real Ichiro could be on the other end of this app - like some kind of video chat game. He has no idea... Best to try and talk first before throwing his device away, anyway. ]