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"I’m fine — don’t worry about me. Some i d i o t s need to learn how to clean up their shit." Brash mouth aside, she took his help; picking up the broken sword hilt and tossing it into his trash can.
He wasn't very keen on cursing but.. what could he do about it, ah? Seeing her this disgruntled made him rather Nervous? " I apologize for their mess I'll see to it they pick up after themselves? " Ah, what a people-pleaser he was.











