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⠀ ⠀ "   what exactly are you looking for?  "

⠀ ⠀ "   shit━━━━    did i wake you up?   "

"   five more minutes ... !! stop tugging at me .  "

⠀ ⠀ "   can you help me do my nails...    i can't do my right hand.   "

⠀ ⠀  "  again?    seriously?   are you forgetting how to fight,   andi?  "

⠀ ⠀  "   ehhh...    what's up with that bruised face!    i've seen a lot on my shifts here but ...   you definitely take the cake right now.   "

*   hehe hi fnafrpc 

@GojosSatoru      “you’re toge’s favorite teacher?    mm..     sad.”    a palm pushes the albino’s face back further,    before he was leaning back into his chair once more.    didn’t he have things to do rather than bother tatsuya?    eugh,   how annoying. 
          
          the only other friend the younger sorcerer seemed to have was satoru’s younger brother,   though even then they were merely roommates,    a little bit of friend essence sprinkled in.    but other than that,    he supposed making a friend wouldn’t be too bad..   

@GojosSatoru      “and yet,    i don’t quite see how that’s my problem?”    a perfectly sculpted brow now raised,   fingers tensing against the hold on his own bicep.    while his face was void of any emotion,   the shudder that seemed to pass through his body was unavoidable—-   the blindfolded man’s lingering gaze enough to do so.   
          
          one of his legs crossed over the other as his own eyes held the look,    even though the icy ones couldn’t be seen.   tatsuya always did like a challenge,   especially ones presented to him by fellow teachers.   especially ones presented to him by a curse user that was deemed a higher grade than him.  

@GojosSatoru      “i understand what toge says,   but i find it worthless to even try to understand what someone says if they are not him and try to speak that way to me.”    did the words spoken by him even make sense?    he wasn’t sure,    though he didn’t really think it mattered.   
          
          his stoic nature rippled through how he carried himself,    posture almost perfect despite the tell tale of a slouch when he sat.   which he now did,   atop one of the desks that rivaled the chair the other teacher was sitting in.   “why did you call me here,   anyway,   satoru?   if it’s not important,   i think i’ll take my leave.”