[Jail's office may not have been the best place for them to meet. It's a distraction in and of itself. The mismatched furniture, the writings and notations all over the walls. He doesn't take a seat. Instead he stands in front of the wall, reading random bits and pieces of the notes and formulae. He does this. But in notebooks. It's somehow comforting to see someone else's scattered thoughts and half-finished ideas on display. He's distracted by the doritos recipe when she asks why he's here, so he answers without thought to what he's actually saying; it's just blunt and dismissive; background noise while he examines the walls.]
Yuya said to call you after I tried to gouge out my eye the second time.
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Yuya said to call you after I tried to gouge out my eye the second time.