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One. Two. One. Two.

Three?

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

Four..?

One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Fou-

"Must you count?" An exasperated voice sighed. He hadn't even realized he was counting out loud again, it's weird when you can't seem to understand which words are in your mind or out your mouth.

"Yes. It annoys you." Perfect. Pretend it was on purpose, then maybe he'll believe it himself. The proceeding silence told him the other didn't think that was really the case, though.

"Well, nothing's changed today." The other man in the room stood, apparently having completed whatever juvenile task he wanted to do.

A roll of the eyes and a small scoff combined into the same reaction he always had in this regard, one not surprising in the least.

"Amazing. It's just like the hundreds of other times. Nothing changes. "

He didn't even have to look, he could hear the others steps as he started to leave the room. "See you next time, Yoo."

"Suck a dick Sohn."

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