[There's no need to watch the assault on his bathroom; Takasugi leans against the door frame, eye unfocused as he listens for the sound of industrial carnage. A growl brings the smile back to his face-
But nothing follows.
Except a disappointed looking dog, coming back with his tail between his legs.
He better not have fleas.]
It's not a person, it's a computer. [This... is futile, isn't it? He doesn't want to be caught in his own room explaining technology to a lost puppy.
Maybe he can just find some guy for this idiot to punch and call it a night.]
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But nothing follows.
Except a disappointed looking dog, coming back with his tail between his legs.
He better not have fleas.]It's not a person, it's a computer. [This... is futile, isn't it? He doesn't want to be caught in his own room explaining technology to a lost puppy.
Maybe he can just find some guy for this idiot to punch and call it a night.]