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Ichiro: Ahh, Mayonaka.. look who it is!
[Wyatt braced himself as Mayo bounded toward him, clearly intent on rubbing his blasted fur all over his jeans]
Ichiro: You could’ve told me you were leaving in person.
Wyatt: I was in a hurry.
Ichiro: That’s beside the point.
Wyatt: He would’ve been fine without you if you had plans…
Ichiro: [tuts] Impatience.
[Wyatt shrugged loosely, there wasn’t much point in his trying to deny it]
Ichiro: So, was she okay?
Wyatt: I don’t know, I didn’t see her-.. I changed my mind, anyway.
Ichiro: Oh?
Wyatt: Yeah.. you were right, I should leave her be.
[Ichiro grinned, far more amused than Wyatt could stand]
Wyatt: Yeah, yeah, everyone else knows best and Kaito’s always wrong-.. blah, blah, blah.
Ichiro: [chuckles] I left your post in the kitchen, don’t throw it out!
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