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電車の中でも寝る前のベッドの中でもサクサク快適に。
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So things weren't looking good for Utsu.
Utsu thinks Shaoron is being a little overdramatic as per the signal of a vague death threat over text. Maybe it was a bad idea to room with Shaoron in the first place.
But who was to be the judge of Utsu and his life decisions? God?
The echoing sound of a door being furiously thrown open is heard. Utsu does not need to look to see who has just rudely invaded his office space.
"DAI-MOTHERFUCKING-SENSEI!!"
It was not God who would be the one judging his life decisions.
"It's over," Utsu mutters.
Shaoron scoffs, tossing his aluminum baseball bat, "Admitting defeat so early?"
Reach under his desk, Utsu swipes up his choice weapon of the day and aims the pistol at Shaoron.
"BUT NOT FOR ME."
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