[his face flashes hot and he curls up a little, hunching over his guitar. What's worse is he knows the reaction is going to be misinterpreted. Friends or not is not the issue. That the guy just-- Just didn't even acknowledge-- That Sabo had failed so utterly to -- to even engage him in the point of--
He shouldn't have tried to make him fell bad.
No the hell he shouldn't that was a hefty chunk of change! And all he'd been trying to do was stop making Ace stop setting fires--
AND WHY HAD HE PAID FOR HIS FOOD IN THE FIRST PLACE?!
Sabo furiously reviewed the night in his head, even going so far as throwing the guitar onto the bed and getting his notebook, flipping through it. He'd recorded it as he habitually did. There had to be some switch. Something that had changed from beating the crap out of the guy to--
To the singing god he didn't want to relive that
To buying him dinner.
What the hell?
Was this guy some kind of manipulation master?
No.
No way coming from a face that dumb.
So how had Sabo been suckered into it. He had to know!
He had to figure it out to avoid it in the future.
Cursing under his breath, Sabo snatches a fresh notebook from the pile on the shelf and starts to write the night over from the beginning, trying to pull his memories to discover exactly what he'd done.]
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He shouldn't have tried to make him fell bad.
No the hell he shouldn't that was a hefty chunk of change! And all he'd been trying to do was stop making Ace stop setting fires--
AND WHY HAD HE PAID FOR HIS FOOD IN THE FIRST PLACE?!
Sabo furiously reviewed the night in his head, even going so far as throwing the guitar onto the bed and getting his notebook, flipping through it. He'd recorded it as he habitually did. There had to be some switch. Something that had changed from beating the crap out of the guy to--
To the singing god he didn't want to relive that
To buying him dinner.
What the hell?
Was this guy some kind of manipulation master?
No.
No way coming from a face that dumb.
So how had Sabo been suckered into it. He had to know!
He had to figure it out to avoid it in the future.
Cursing under his breath, Sabo snatches a fresh notebook from the pile on the shelf and starts to write the night over from the beginning, trying to pull his memories to discover exactly what he'd done.]