[He's trembling. With rage, he tells himself, simply and utterly. His chest feels too tight, and he feels like he's three steps away from finding himself completely unhinged.]
Yuuto. [He barks, but the word lacks the bite he wishes it had.] What the fuck are you playing at?
[He feels like he should have never come out here in the first place.]
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Yuuto. [He barks, but the word lacks the bite he wishes it had.] What the fuck are you playing at?
[He feels like he should have never come out here in the first place.]