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   How terribly DULL those same tiresome insults and threats became when rundown and worn away with recurring use. While once the threat of bodily harm or even DEATH may have lit a spark of adrenaline to feed on the evidence of something new, now even the MONSTERâS rant grew wearisome â or perhaps that was simply his own lack of SLEEP catching up to the broker once more.Â
   Regardless, BOREDOM was all he turned to reflect the charade sent his way, the lines of thin lips edged down and hands shoved lazily into the furred lining of his pockets. Ice lined his tone to a frigid slice of words, even with his own uncharacteristic nonchalance.Â
        âYouâre going to have to come up with something a little      better than that, Shizu-chan,â he drawled. âReally, itâs as if      youâre still a child.â