A few seconds after this message is sent on the network, Maruki's had enough.
He leans back in his chair, tilting his head to find Ichinose furiously typing away on her phone. He sighs as he finds her making it past one line, and he finally dives down and grabs his phone from her hands. It's quick. A sharp movement through and through as he whips it away from her.
"Ichinose-san, that's enough! You are already in the hole, you need to stop digging-!" And with those words of wisdom, he took his phone and looked at Zenkichi's text- taking quick advantage of his height if she tried to snatch it back with his hand held out.
Might as well just talk personally. Why do all this?
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He leans back in his chair, tilting his head to find Ichinose furiously typing away on her phone. He sighs as he finds her making it past one line, and he finally dives down and grabs his phone from her hands. It's quick. A sharp movement through and through as he whips it away from her.
"Ichinose-san, that's enough! You are already in the hole, you need to stop digging-!" And with those words of wisdom, he took his phone and looked at Zenkichi's text- taking quick advantage of his height if she tried to snatch it back with his hand held out.
Might as well just talk personally. Why do all this?