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House 1411
"Hello? Hello?? I'm sorry, there's nobody home right now. [ obnoxious peal of laughter: go ]
Ahh, that's right! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Right? That's how it goes? Aha, no telemarketers, please!
If you run up my bill, I'll have to ask you to pay the extra costs.
[ BEEP ]
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A fine woman wouldn't go awry. Some song, a good deal of wine. Isn't that what most men want in life?
[ he laughs, knocks back another burning swallow of souped-up coffee and berates himself for a fool. old habit, bad habit. he'd shake it yet. ]
Besides the good things in life, a return to business wouldn't be too terrible. Is this along the lines of what you were expecting?
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[in so few words, it's exactly what he'd anticipated.
naturally, really, for who wouldn't give someone like hiruma the runaround? he's practically a stranger, someone boasting illustrious goals and ambitions, a random twenty-year-old boy asking for — demanding — the impossible.
not after tonight, hiruma assures himself.
tonight he gets to know this man, katsura's friend; a confidant.
and his bar for this meeting is, as always, set incredibly high. he can barely reach the level he's set for himself (sakamoto, in the flesh, is proof the sky isn't the limit — why would he settle for anything less than his own marble capstone?). expecting others to is...]
Most men want freedom. The rest comes after, isn't that right?