[ this shouldn’t bother him. normally, it wouldn’t, but something in Geto’s voice grates at choso’s nerves, something of that tone raises his hackles and before he realises it, his jaw has clenched, teeth grinding against each other.
still, he does not look. ]
That’s the point of it, isn’t it? Not that you’d know, hiding away like a rat in the sewers.
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still, he does not look. ]
That’s the point of it, isn’t it? Not that you’d know, hiding away like a rat in the sewers.