[there was that knockoff thing again. And excuse him, Sabo's shirts were not cheap. He liked good clothing, not some shabby knock-- some shabby hand me downs. But whatever.
The reasoning for Ace to want him to have friends doesn't make any sense-- or it does in an exceedingly round about way and just trying to follow the guy's logic on this is making him dizzy so he stops trying.]
Yes, alright. I'm a sad friendless knock off. Congratulations. You win. [he applauds slowly, though still biting back the retort that his clothes were well-made. Because it wasn't important. Even though they were, damnit all]
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The reasoning for Ace to want him to have friends doesn't make any sense-- or it does in an exceedingly round about way and just trying to follow the guy's logic on this is making him dizzy so he stops trying.]
Yes, alright. I'm a sad friendless knock off. Congratulations. You win. [he applauds slowly, though still biting back the retort that his clothes were well-made. Because it wasn't important. Even though they were, damnit all]
Now get lost.