"But then how would you know who to give the dumplings to?" He pouted, casually tossing aside three more notes he had written asking his brother to join with the equalists again and one note asking for Mako to make him noodles when he got home.
"Because I wouldn't buy dumplings for anyone else," he scoffs, "obviously."
"And why do you keep writing me so many notes?" he asks, picking them up off of the ground and shoving them into his pocket.Â











