[The elusive and sticky little fingers of a lone imp opens the feed just as Zero's fist - blackened with ink from mid-forearm to the tips of his long fingers - slams back against a navy and white tiled bathroom wall with a thick, though sharp sounding crack!, splintering the ceramic. Small chunks and bits of those tiles crumble to the floor where
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Is there a problem happening, Zero?
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[Meaning, he doesn't need your help for this, Ichiru...]
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It'll be taken care of.
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Ironically, he grips his chest in pain just then, drawing a short, bitterly amused laugh from him.
Isn't it obvious I need some help?]
I'm not- going to ask you, Ichiru...
[Quiet, it lacks any real anger. Don't you dare go and expect I would. Not for this.]
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I wouldn't turn you down. [For any of it.] Just keep that in mind.
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Yeah. I know. ...I will.
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