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I lost my icons again ...anyways. 

         Haseo couldn’t even remember the last time Yata and himself had partied together. While Yata debuffed Haseo had fun taking out their enemies one by one. Great way to bond with someone right?

   ❝ What? ❞ was Haseo’s immediately responded after the last of their enemies were taken out. ❝ Something on your mind? ❞

Yata is not for for social niceness. Hence he rides in the background, hoping no one would notice that he can’t really talk with much people or compare to them a lot. 

 Enjoying the game, is one thing that always mattered for Yata. 

 “Haseo.” He calls out after the latest enemy had been beaten and weapons were dropped.

“Mmm…” Something about tormenting Yata was simply put—fun. Perhaps because Takumi was the younger of the two ( by a lot ) that it was easier to get under his skin. Lest anomalous AI try to get the jump on him again, he was more than happy to live an uneventful life online. With his luck though, that wasn’t the case. 

“Plug up my traumas with therapy, perhaps. Get hitched, more than likely.” The latter wasn’t really a surprise though. “I have an interesting dichotomy to work around, now.”

If they ever meet in real life, Yata would have no hesitation on bitch slapping the other, or kicking him in the face. Or anything that count as violent as hell. 

the vengeful spirit of a teenager is one that is very dangerous after all. Many would agree.