Eh, if you weren't the one drunktexting the whole network to ask a girl out on a date, you're fine.
[ he laughs. ] It bothered my juniors more than it bothered me, which was nice... Sawamura's afraid of ghosts, his late-night shrieking is worse than the ghosts tipping over my pancake batter.
They follow you around some, so he'd do nothing but cry if he got shipped off to the hotel. [ still, it'd be crying he didn't have to hear. it's kind of tempting. he finally shrugs. ] We'll see.
Yeah, the guy who lives with us is nice and all, but he's real quiet. It wouldn't be the same.
[ he laughs, easy. ] They're fine, I'm telling you! And, anyway, Sawamura and I might've had a... forwarding war... so one text from you's like a drop in the bucket.
Yeah, you know - what's life without a little excitement, right?
[It figures that with so many of his teammates here, Kazuya would have gotten more texts...and gotten involved in more battles. Of course one text from him wouldn't be a big deal.]
Mr. Mikoto and I were going to try to get to the bottom of the original message...but I think we were too late. I'll get answers sooner or later, though!
[That's a promise. He'll leave Kazuya with that determination.]
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[ he laughs. ] It bothered my juniors more than it bothered me, which was nice... Sawamura's afraid of ghosts, his late-night shrieking is worse than the ghosts tipping over my pancake batter.
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[It takes a lot of guts to talk to someone you like that much, he thinks...But it's better to be in a state of mind where you can be honest.]
Maybe there's somewhere else your teammate can stay! Even if it's just for...a while.
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[ it's braver than he's ever been. ]
They follow you around some, so he'd do nothing but cry if he got shipped off to the hotel. [ still, it'd be crying he didn't have to hear. it's kind of tempting. he finally shrugs. ] We'll see.
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[He pauses on the line, a little embarrassed. Do they really call it that? He groans audibly.
Then, rubbing his nose with his knuckle, Ryouta vows just to focus on the ghosts.]
You wouldn't abandon him like that, would you? We were talking about having a full house...
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[ a perfect batting average for public drunken confessions, or whatever. be proud, mikoshiba.
he considers, humming. ] I'd think about it, but probably not. I'm used to his yelling in the background.
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[Ryouta groans, still feeling a little contrite.] You're sure they're not causing you too much trouble?
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[ he laughs, easy. ] They're fine, I'm telling you! And, anyway, Sawamura and I might've had a... forwarding war... so one text from you's like a drop in the bucket.
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[It figures that with so many of his teammates here, Kazuya would have gotten more texts...and gotten involved in more battles. Of course one text from him wouldn't be a big deal.]
Mr. Mikoto and I were going to try to get to the bottom of the original message...but I think we were too late. I'll get answers sooner or later, though!
[That's a promise. He'll leave Kazuya with that determination.]
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[ they're ghosts, not baseball players, but the principal is the same. ]
Good luck playing detective, Ryota. Ask Makoto, he might know something, he sent me one way early.
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