[ that's a good point, actually. samatoki insulting himself sort of is enough to get him out of raging angry bull mode at least enough to try and figure out what the fuck is going on. he's still fighting with the hands, which have stopped tugging on him for the moment, as if they're interested in the game itself. ichiro's really sick of this game shit, actually. why is everything like a bad hentai???
he huffs like a caught bull and tries to look at his screen again, lifting his arm up towards the stupid phone. ] I don't know, answer the question? I didn't ask for that either!
[ the question looms, again, just under the timer, innocently ticking down.
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he huffs like a caught bull and tries to look at his screen again, lifting his arm up towards the stupid phone. ] I don't know, answer the question? I didn't ask for that either!
[ the question looms, again, just under the timer, innocently ticking down.
what did you like about your partner? ]