[He spits, right into the fire, to no discernible effect. Well, guess what, buddy -- Ichimatsu doesn't really care about what happened to you either. Not really. Not enough to uncoil the barbed wire settled in his stomach and offer some sort of sympathetic tripe, anyway. Then again, he's incapable of completing such a basic action of decency for anyone, so it's really nothing personal.]
[Besides, he's got the feeling Guzma wouldn't appreciate it from the likes of him.]
[At least being on roughly the same level works in some ways.]
You're right. Not my business. [Ichimatsu shrugs with one shoulder, but it's sort of jerky, like he can't quite sell how completely unaffected he was by that whole thing.] If you're saying she sicced that thing on you for her own reasons, though, I'd say you should probably dump her. Not that it matters to me.
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[He spits, right into the fire, to no discernible effect. Well, guess what, buddy -- Ichimatsu doesn't really care about what happened to you either. Not really. Not enough to uncoil the barbed wire settled in his stomach and offer some sort of sympathetic tripe, anyway. Then again, he's incapable of completing such a basic action of decency for anyone, so it's really nothing personal.]
[Besides, he's got the feeling Guzma wouldn't appreciate it from the likes of him.]
[At least being on roughly the same level works in some ways.]
You're right. Not my business. [Ichimatsu shrugs with one shoulder, but it's sort of jerky, like he can't quite sell how completely unaffected he was by that whole thing.] If you're saying she sicced that thing on you for her own reasons, though, I'd say you should probably dump her. Not that it matters to me.