( gentaro almost slams his head against the fridge. jesus. christ. but he remains calm, cool, collected. with a sigh, he grabs for the hoodie nearby that he’s conveniently brought in from the other room, slipping it on. yes, he is wearing dice’s clothing. and yes, he isn’t too proud to do it. )
The cat won’t answer you, you know. Unless you’ve discovered the ancient art of Prisnyatic?
( he heads over, hands tucked neatly in the pockets of the hoodie. )
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The cat won’t answer you, you know. Unless you’ve discovered the ancient art of Prisnyatic?
( he heads over, hands tucked neatly in the pockets of the hoodie. )