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This has gotta be some kind of… screwed up dream…

[ There's lightly panicked breathing, albeit calm for one who has just woken up in a strange world. Adrenaline is high, but there's no one around for him to blame, nothing around for him to throw.

A blond man in bartending regalia lights a cigarette, unconcerned with the fact that the communications device is making a small documentary: Inside the Pocket, the untold story. There's a grunt of disproval, he obviously realizes something's amiss after a quiet beep alerts him to the piece of technology hidden from view. ]

What the hell is-… a phone…?

[ He's obviously stressed, his voice clipped, strained as though he's trying to keep his wits about him. The feed shakes, the image blurs from a violent motion, a rough hand locked around the camera. A thumb moves and you finally see the man's face.

… He looks quite angry, a tick at his brow, a twitch at his jaw where his teeth are clenched around the filter of his abused cigarette. Like an animal backed into a corner. ]

Spyin' on me now? Tch. I don't get it -- whaddaya want me to do?

[ The image takes on a new angle; Shizuo holds the camera up, pointing it down towards his face at a rather artistic angle and he stares up into it with a squint over his sunglasses as though trying to decipher an unintelligible code. ]

Well… fuck this. Fuck you. Like I'll make it that easy!

[ Expression darkening, the cigarette he can be seen holding snaps between his fingers. The device loses focus immediately, white noise flickering briefly when the uneven ground catches it, managing to land with its camera pointed up at grey sky.

Just in time to record the heel of a dress shoe dropping down on the lens. ]

Problem solved!

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Hey, if one of you wants to hang out in my room and study, that's totally cool.

[ Break it up, break it up! Don't make him get involved here. ]

[ Sorry, Hong Kong, it's difficult to hear you over the figurative gnashing of teeth and chest-beating. Hell if he's about to back down and give up his rightful spot in the living room first. ]

I'm telling you that there is no gang. And they aren't just country names; they are countries themselves, in human form. [ Even he has to admit that this sounds farfetched. He'd been dubious himself, at first. ]

I was born in the Fire Country. Like I said, it means nothing to you, so listen next time.

No one told me that. [ He snapped, waving it off. ] I can believe anything, but coming for you, without an explanation, it sounds like horseshit.

[ He bristles though, at the order for him to listen... fully scowling in distaste now, Shizuo leans forward, a hand on his knee, to point directly at Sasuke in a threatening motion. ] You can't make that decision for yourself, what if I wanted to learn about it, huuuh?! Don't be so fuckin' rude to people you just met, I oughta wipe that look right off your face.

[ Rising abruptly, Shizuo presses a hand to his face and looks to Hong Kong, chest heaving. ] I think I gotta go. I should go now. [ The feel of the adrenaline rush makes him huff, hands shaking. ] I don't wanna ruin anythin' of yours or your brother's, so maybe I could just get the books...

[ Hong Kong is looking back and forth between them quickly now. This is definitely escalating a little. ]

Yeah, okay, that's fine. Listen, I'll get the books and if you head next door, I can come over later on, okay? I'll bring some food. [ He makes sure to hand over the books as quickly as possible, kind of awkwardly reaching up to pat Shizuo's shoulder.

... why is he so tall. That is really a thing that is not fair. ]

I hope they help.[ To Sasuke: ]

We can finish in a sec, okay?

[ Sasuke feels torn, really. On the one hand he's glad that Shizuo's leaving and allowing him the simple privilege of the private meeting he'd traveled here for. On the other, that temper had intrigued him. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen Shizuo go off on a little rampage earlier but that had been different.

Still, the blond had some common sense. It's a small space and not their belongings. ]

Hn. Sure, take all the time you need. Seems like it's best if I don't get involved with that guy. [ And again, talking like Shizuo's not there. Addressing him wouldn't be any better on his nerves, he feels. ]

[ Breaths heavy through his nose, Shizuo clenches and unclenches his jaw as he reaches for the books, flinching hard under Hong Kong's touch. He pulls himself away.

Why was this person offering to come over, to see him again, to even bring him food? He looks at the books he clutches with a painful grip. Shouldn't he be afraid, appalled, disgusted? It makes him look down and away. ] Yeah okay. Sorry. [ He replies curtly.

Then Sasuke speaks. His face darkens, scowl deepening. Not trusting his voice, it apparently takes him a colossal effort to let it go, to turn around, to stride for the door and whip it open. He only glares back to grab the handle and close it as gently as he could.

The door shook the items in the room as it slammed. ]

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[ Hong Kong raises a hand to wave as Shizuo leaves, lowering it only once the door slams. He then slowly looks over at Sasuke, giving him a rather knowing look. ]

I'll make sure I don't schedule any more group lessons. [ Makin' his life difficult, Sasuke. Okay, not really Sasuke's fault. Probably more his fault than anything, but he didn't really know what was going to happen, now did he? He'll know better for next time: don't get them in a room together.

He makes a mental note to take something nice over to Shizuo for dinner. As an apology. For Sasuke, he just makes sure he focuses on their lesson, being as helpful as possible. ]

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