Shito sat at a long table in the cafeteria beside his partner, eating his way through a plate of yakisoba noodles. He took a bite, frowned, then glanced down the table
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"All right. You," Chika pointed at Shito, "shut up. You, what did he say that's got you so pissed off?" This time he was pointing at Devit. Better than anyone, Chika knew how easily Shito could make some off-hand comment that could drive a person into an instant rage. Something had obviously gone badly wrong somewhere.
Devit glared at Chika from the corner of his eye. "What is this, a trial? He's a goddamn liar, okay!" He dropped his gaze to the table and began picking at the surface with his fingernail. His voice was pitched a bit lower when he continued, "I don't wanna talk to him anymore."
"Tough. Talk to me," Chika growled at him, glaring. " 'Cause I ain't letting you two out of my sight until this is settled one way or another, got it? Call it a trial if you want, I don't give a flying fuck. What did he say that's got you so fucking pissed off?"
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How would Chika react to what Devit said? Would he hate him, too?
Maybe he should just give up on all of this and go back to Hong Kong. He was just useless to everyone.
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