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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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The shoes get an eyebrow raise, turning them over in his hands as he looks at them. He already likes the colour, and there's a small hint of a smirk forming on those lips.
Curiosity gets the better of him, certainly, grabbing that card fro his arm and opening.]
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Merry Christmas, Kaneda,
I'm out for the holiday with Shinjiro but I hope this gets to you at the right time.
Let's just say I expect to buy you a new pair next year.]
[As in you better run these out of commission by then.]
[Continuing:
I'll see you when I get back.
And oh yeah, I'm 16-0, all knockouts in the pit. Think you can manage half that? We'll call it your New Year's Resolution.
See you soon.
Akihiko Sanada]
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But his eyes glaze over it, smiling as he reads, giving a sideways glance at the shoes and then back to the letter every once in awhile. He knows exactly what they're for, and even more importantly, exactly what Akihiko wants.
Everything's a challenge, isn't it.
That's probably why they got along so well.
And at the second part, his eyes lit up brighter than the lights outside. Because it wasn't just about making money anymore. No, he could go to the pit just to get on Aki's level. Half that? He'll get 9.
There's a little huff as he shoves those shoes under his arm, fishing the communicator out of his pocket to pull up Akihiko's inbox.]
youre on