[ Oh. That sort of thing. Squalo groans a little. ]
Can't you do it in thirty words or less?
[ But fine. Fine. He needs to know. Which means he hauls ass to retrieve a notebook and pen (or, possibly, parchment and quill considering this place) from near the door, and half-heartedly throws it at Feitan. ]
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Can't you do it in thirty words or less?
[ But fine. Fine. He needs to know. Which means he hauls ass to retrieve a notebook and pen (or, possibly, parchment and quill considering this place) from near the door, and half-heartedly throws it at Feitan. ]