-Satsuki recognized them as being in Japan, and the spoken language being Japanese, and the familiarity of "her" voice. But the situation seemed entirely alien, and she already... didn't like the way things were going. She clenched her hands, trying to get a fuller read of the situation. Why was this happening? Who was... this person? How did they know Shuji?-
There's surprisingly little to say about the guy. The other me had no clue who he was, he just showed up and wrecked shop. That frame he's in is basically indestructible and he always seems to know what you're gonna do before you even do it.
Let's try to keep my sense of pride in mind here. That may have been the other me, but it's still rude to point out that kind of thing, don't you think?
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Why did you almost get killed by a guy in a bed??
[Let's be real, regardless of the specifics of that memory, that's what Shuji's sending her.]
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Since when do you know about the bed guy?
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It wasn't okay. By any stretch of the imagination. I need you to look me in the eye and tell me you're not that kind of man.
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I would never do that to anyone.
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Okay. I believe you.
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I'm sorry you had to see that.
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It's fine. Just a sensitive topic, is all.
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Can we go back to the bed man?
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He could at least have the decency to be awake while he wrecks shop??
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