[Oh, it's that voice. It makes her pause, and narrow her eyes. So it's high school now, I guess. And high school is't like middle school. Not everyone ends up together, in the end. Rich girls destined for some sort of societal or even political significance don't take the same entrance exams as silly baseball jocks with terrible grades. So outside of the mafia business that keeps interrupting everyone's lives off and on, she hasn't seem Yamamoto much in awhile.
It's a little strange, the way hearing that stupid, familiar laugh makes something inside her feel warm. As if she missed it but hadn't noticed up til now. But that's an herbivore's thought, so she banishes it in favor of making a stern face at him.]
You were ruining it.
[And then another pause.]
What were you doing singing that in my neighborhood? Looking for a beating?
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It's a little strange, the way hearing that stupid, familiar laugh makes something inside her feel warm. As if she missed it but hadn't noticed up til now. But that's an herbivore's thought, so she banishes it in favor of making a stern face at him.]
You were ruining it.
[And then another pause.]
What were you doing singing that in my neighborhood? Looking for a beating?