Walking back towards Akira as Josh looked down at the paper, he sighed and rubbed his forehead, stressed out and obviously upset. “They increased the fucking amount of people. So now it’s seventy-five instead of fifty. Shit.”
Looking at it for another moment or two, he eyed Akira and clenched his jaw, keeping his tone low despite just wanting to yell at someone. “You want to stay here? I doubt you’ll be very strong, to walk around and dancing, I highly doubt that.”
Ripping up the note and throwing it into the garbage, Josh noticed his nose was fine now and threw that out as well, taking a deep even breaths before speaking once more. “I seriously need a way to relieve stress.” he mumbled aloud and then bit the corner of his lip. “So like I asked earlier. How are you feeling?”
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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