( he snaps the words out, unable to help himself, unable to stop the bloom of rage that seems to take root in his stomach. he shakes his head and then his hand, staring at the screens while they play static.
it's almost like he's waiting for them to start again. )
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( he snaps the words out, unable to help himself, unable to stop the bloom of rage that seems to take root in his stomach. he shakes his head and then his hand, staring at the screens while they play static.
it's almost like he's waiting for them to start again. )
Come on, come on!