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“IF YOU’RE JUST gonna insult my comic books, then you should probably just leave.” amir’s not serious, and the tone of his voice should be more than enough to make that known. although he is a little bit miffed that the other doesn’t seem to be getting the concept of the storyline. they didn’t insult it though, he’s just being dramatic. as per usual. “i don’t get what’s so hard to understand. it’s a very easy storyline to follow.”

“I MEAN, IS that really too much to ask for?” ashirai asks the other rhetorically, one eyebrow raised. “i just want to become a successful choreographer. or marry somebody financially stable enough that i can spend the rest of my life doing dance workshops and traveling the world. i think that’s pretty realistic, don’t you?”

“GOD, MY FEET are killing me,” she complains loudly, plopping down on the couch next to the other and placing her feet on their lap. “you know what would be great right now?” ashirai wriggles her feet expectantly, resting her head on the palm of her hand so she can properly look at them. “hmm?”