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Post by Kyo Suzuki on Sept 19, 2011 0:16:53 GMT -5
(ooc: Mwahahahahaha! I loved your post by the way…that read so flawlessly!! Couldn’t wait to reply! ) The ride started off quiet, though Shotsky began to speak to the attendant who had followed them onto the elevator lift, even as the lift stopped at the 2nd floor, where a large, pasty-faced man climbed on, smiling up a storm when he saw who was aboard with him. Kyo was silent the entire time, pondering his options. The lift sank slightly as the heavy man climbed inside, the doors almost seeming to hesitate before finally closing behind him. And then Shotsky was speaking again. Kyo remained silent, trying to focus. That was mostly because he had no idea what was being said, and that was a killer in and of itself. He couldn’t help wondering if the nasty coach was saying anything about Danil. He knew a bare minimum of Russian--if even that--and he got the feeling at least something being said pertained to skating. “Good idea, Mr. Shotsky,” the fat man joined in suddenly, in crystal clear English. He seemed to be a foreign guest, one apparently in-the-know about Shotsky. “Turning off the phone for Mr. Kovalev, tonight. No way he’ll get a proper sleep without it…The telephones are off the hook today!” The man laughed happily, rubbing one thick-fingered hand over his equally thick belly. “I was beginning to wonder if I rented a hotel or a telemarketer training building.”Kyo blinked. What was going on? “There was big trouble on the fourth floor today, as well, not too far from Mr. Kovalev's room. He's 428, right? I saw him coming from there earlier!” The man hesitated a moment--a mischievous twinkle appeared in his eyes--and then he burst out laughing. “Me! It was me! I was the big trouble! Get it? BIG trouble?"Kyo wondered how amused Shotsky was. Somehow, he wasn't getting the joke. "Haha, I’m just kidding…I’m in 424, though. Not so far away. Super glad to know how close I am to the guy I’m rooting for.”He fist-pumped the air a few times right as the elevator dinged its arrival onto the 4th floor. The gesture seemed to have taken quite a bit of effort, as the man started to wheeze. “Here’s my stop. Well then, looking forward to tomorrow. If I don’t see Mr. Kovalev tonight, give him my regards!”Then the fat man was gone, and the desk attendant too. It was just Kyo and Shotsky now. The former two had just come and gone as quickly--and randomly--as if they’d simply been ghosts. And Kyo had been surprised to hear a non-Russian accent. The large man in the elevator had been a big surprise indeed. Kyo guessed he was American, but somehow he couldn’t imagine why anyone, even native Russians, would want to support someone like the horrid Shotsky and Kovalev duo. Turn off his phone…Pfft, Kyo had a mind to go room 428 and knock on Kovalev’s door all night to keep him sleepless for what he’d done. And then Kyo had it. The perfect plan. In fact, Shotsky himself had delivered it to him on something of a silver platter. Or, his haphazard and accidental American translator had anyway. It was even better than anything else Kyo had had in mind… The Japanese boy didn’t delay after that. He pressed the button for the sixth floor with his free hand, intending to get off there rather than the fifth floor, where he and his host father were actually staying. He didn’t want Shotsky to know where they were sleeping. It occurred to the boy that Shotsky--close friends as he seemed to be with the desk attendants--could simply get that information on his own with just a little inquiry or two, but Kyo wasn’t going to make things easy for him. Besides, getting off at the sixth floor, the floor not directly above Kovalev’s, would help with his plans, too. Oh yes, anything to lead Shotsky away from his scheme. There was silence for what felt like many minutes after the attendant and the chunky American man had left the elevator. Kyo already felt uncomfortable, especially knowing who he was sharing that silence with. But thoughts of his plan were simultaneously making it difficult for him to keep a straight face. He meant every bit of what he intended to say and do, his dislike for Shotsky and his student extended so far, but he couldn‘t deny that he was nervous, either. He’d never done something like this before. But that was beside the point; he wanted to be the one to break the silence. “I wanted to tell you, Mr. Shotsky…” Kyo remained with his back turned. He knew Shotsky would be crazy to try anything with him in the elevator. Even the slightest tap would be recorded by the camera tucked away between the ceiling and the walls of one corner of the elevator. If it wasn’t actually working any longer--the hotel was very old, so Kyo was sure that was possible--he could still try and pass it off as fully functioning anyway. “…I know at the rink…what happened. Maybe there are not many people who saw you or know the truth, but Danyaru-san does. His coach does, and I do too. Many of us do. Because of that, I did a lot of praying today. To the Japanese God of Anger and Revenge.” Kyo didn’t imagine that the man, however methodical and clever he was, knew anything about Japanese deities. Not even many Japanese people were as invested in the Shinto religion as they used to be. It was perfect…And all of that was working in his favor, because he was about to make up one of the grandest tall tales he’d ever come up with. “I was so angry, I prayed for many hours while Danyaru-san suffered in hospital for your mistake.” Kyo paused, if only for dramatic effect. “I hope you have the backup plan if things go bad tomorrow, Mr. Shotsky. I think the Japanese military was praying to this God when they destroyed Russia in 1905.” The elevator dinged as it arrived on the sixth floor. Kyo didn’t bother turning around to face the rotten man until he was outside of the lift. He figured the man had to be, at the very least, annoyed, perhaps confused. Either way, he would find out tomorrow how real the Japanese God of Anger and Revenge was….for him, at least. Because in actuality, there was no Japanese God of Anger and Revenge. Just a Japanese boy with enough desire for retribution to make one seem real enough. As the elevator doors began to close, Kyo finally looked upon the man he’d encountered less than 24 hours ago. He winked.
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Post by Angela on Sept 19, 2011 1:05:26 GMT -5
Shotsky looked at the boy, rolling his eyes. As the boy spoke, never showing his face, Ivan grew very confused and puzzled. He didn't know who or what "Danyaru-san" was, until he figured it must have been his former student. He didn't even think to dignify this nonsense with a response, until the boy finally left the elevator and faced him for the first time.
Instead of acting shocked or horrified, Ivan merely smiled and shrugged.
"I do not believe in gods or godesses. And if you had any sight in those pathetic little eyes of yours, you would have seen what everyone else has seen: My skater collided with another. This happens all the time, sometimes less serious, sometimes more." He stopped the elevator doors from closing. "I had nothing to do with it. And you can't prove that I did." He grinned a confident, disgusting grin, and added, "we shall see what happens tomorrow. But don't put your faith in spirits. Therre's no such thing. And there's no such thing as karma either. Those who strive to live decent lives end up poor and destitute. Only by being entirely ruthless do you get where I am today." With that, he let the doors close.
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Post by Kyo Suzuki on Sept 19, 2011 2:54:43 GMT -5
Admittedly, Shotsky had scared Kyo. His words had been alarming--far colder than the sugar-coated ones he'd offered Kyo back when they'd first met--but certainly not unexpected. Just creepy. But Kyo thought he'd played it off well--he'd managed to maintain his cool exterior, no matter how terrifying the man was. And especially after Shotsky's little show of over-confidence and ruthlessness, Kyo was more determined than ever to make the man start to believe that Gods (invented or otherwise) were real, along with the karma Kyo himself was trying to bestow upon the coach's star pupil.
Thus, Kyo had made it official, in his mind. There was going to be a party in Room #528 that night. It was to be a solo party, which involved a soon-to-be-sixteen-year-old boy alone in the room, alone to do whatever whenever and however he pleased. And he already had plenty of things in mind.
After parting ways with Shotsky, Kyo had run all the way from the sixth floor via the stairs, all the way back down to the lobby, where he’d then proceeded to change all his American money into its Russian equivalent at the hotel's currency exchange area. He'd been lucky--the place closed strictly at 9 PM. He'd arrived at 8:50.
By the time it was 9 PM, Kyo had located the recreational area of the hotel on his hotel pamphlet, made heavy use of one of the vending machines there, and by 9:15, he was back in his own room, throwing the kind of wild party he’d always imagined most Americans kids having when he'd been in Japan. It was funny. In Japan, he would never have done anything like this, and though it was in America that he’d envisioned this kind of lifestyle being popular among the youth, he himself was testing it not out there, but in Russia. In a hotel, no less.
It was now nearing 11 PM, and Kyo was still partying as wildly with himself as he had been an hour and a half ago, when all the sugar he'd consumed from the vending machines drinks and snacks had kicked in. He was off the wall--literally, in some sense, considering earlier he'd been trying to run towards the wall and flip off of it. He'd fallen every time he'd tried, but that had only made things more fun, since he was aware the resident in #428 directly below him had made an effort to have his phone unplugged for the evening to ensure restful sleep. It was somehow wonderful knowing Kovalev had noisy neighbor-san above him going bonkers and spoiling everything anyway.
And luck really was on Kyo's side, perhaps the Japanese God of Anger and Revenge he’d invented too, because there was only one other room next to Kyo's, and that was Zhenya’s. Zhenya was out for the time being and had yet to return. Room 528, the one directly over 428, was also a corner room, so there was no “other side” which Kyo had to worry about disturbing.
He was very much free to do as he pleased.
So, full of all the vending machine energy drinks and soda and candy he’d guzzled and nibbled at a little over an hour ago, Kyo was bouncing around the room like a Looney Toon. He bounced from his bed to Danil’s and then back again, screaming out his lungs to an equally booming TV. There was a Russian thriller playing (he'd bumped the volume up to the maximum amount), and if the female character’s screams weren’t loud enough to pierce through to Room 428, then the constantly crescendoing, booming music was sure to the trick. Kyo’s screams and far-too-loud giggles probably escalated things too. He wasn’t on just any sugar high. He was on a super sugar high, empowered by the Japanese God of Anger, Revenge, and Yummy Snacks!
As if thundering its approval, the bass part of the TV movie’s soundtrack reverberated throughout the room, making the walls feel as though they were almost shaking. Kyo trembled along with them, giggling malevolently. Kovalev might actually have been feeling that as he tried and failed to sleep, too. Kyo brought his hands up and imitated some of the best orchestral conductors he’d seen, hopping down from the beds and stomping down hard onto the floor beneath him to the beat of the music.
As the TV movie broke away for a bit for the commercials, Kyo stopped his floor pounding for a moment. It dawned on him that as much as he was having the time of his life being the delinquent he'd never been--or imagined being, for that matter--he was sure that later on he was going to regret some things himself. Like eating too many sweets, not getting his rest....
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Oh well, he thought to himself, shrugging. He would worry about that later.
With a Tarzan-style roar, Kyo spread his legs as wide as they could go, into the classical, symbolical sumo wrestler stance, pounded the floor as hard as he could a few times, then charged for the couch in the suite, screaming the entire time he went. He crashed face-first into the structure, laughing to himself as he bounced off the back and landed with a loud THUNK! on the floor. For good measure, Kyo pounded his fists into the carpet beneath him, giggling and coughing the entire time like he was being tickled to death. Seconds later, the TV movie returned with a vengeful BOOM! as an explosion tore through what had probably been a very pricey set in the film.
Kyo sighed, laying there on the floor. Though he might regret what had been nearly two hours of himself doing nothing but screaming, stomping, bouncing, and headbutting things.........he knew if it meant putting Kovalev into a sleepy, unaware state come tomorrow--AKA, even footing with Danil, he thought--then it was worth it. It was definitely worth it.
Kyo glanced at the clock on the wall over the couch he'd just plowed into. 23:05 PM.
Well then, he was sure he could manage for another half hour or so. Maybe another 45 minutes, if the sugar's energy didn't run out and leave him in a slump.
Kyo did a tumblesault forward until he was in front of the TV again, snatched up the remote, and flipped through channels until he found another movie that seemed appropriate for the mood of his private party. Getting to his feet, he rushed over to the floorlamp by the suite couch and picked up in his hands with some effort.
As the renowned wizard on the television screen raised his own staff, preparing to protect his fellowship of friends from the fiery demon pursuing them, Kyo said the famous lines with him.
"You sha-ru not paaaaassss!!"
Then he slammed the lamp into the floor in front of him, grinning extra mischievously as the weighted base made a sound liken to that of a wrecking ball going through a house.
No doubt about it, Kyo knew this had to be his best party yet.
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Post by Angela on Sept 19, 2011 3:53:56 GMT -5
Zhenya went to the hotel with Kyo, dropped him off in the room the boy shared with his host father, and got the things Danil requested. Then he bid Kyo farewell, and left.
He gave Danil his things, and sat with him for a while, and finally left, saying he was going back to the hotel to rest. Visiting hours were now over, and he had a big day tomorrow.
But he didn't go to the hotel.
One learns a lot about a city if you actually live there for almost twenty years. One knew their proper place. Honest citizens knew what areas to frequent, and what areas to stay away from. Evgeni Alekseievich Potemerenko was about to traverse to an area he had never been to before, an area a saner version of himself would surely have avoided.
He headed to a particular street on the other side of the city, not caring how long it took to get there. He had to take extra precautions. Just because he would never regret what he was about to do didn't mean that he wanted to be caught after doing it. He wanted to make certain that he could never be caught. He'd seen enough films and television shows, both fiction and nonfiction, to know that the slightest evidence could be used to convict someone. He just had to make sure that there was no evidence to be gotten.
He walked into the firearms store and went right up to the counter.
"I would like to purchase a gun," he said.
"No problem," the muscular man in his late forties replied. "What kind did you have in mind?"
"Something easy to handle, above all," he answered. It was not illegal to own firearms in this country. It was even more common than it was in America for people to own them. But Evgeni had never even touched a real firearm in his entire life. Still, he would gladly make an exception.
"No problem. Let me show you what we have..."
The man at the counter showed Evgeni all manner of guns, and let Evgeni handle a few of them when he asked. Evgeni finally settled on one particular model: a 44-caliber Colt pistol. There was no paperwork required to purchase it, and he paid with cash. Evgeni glanced around the store and was happy to discover that the man didn't even bother with security cameras.
It's almost too easy, he thought... But don't get overconfident, he warned himself as he left the store.
Evgeni returned to the hotel. By the time he got there, it was already 11. Evgeni went to the concierge.
"I beg your pardon, Sir," he began innocently, "but I have a gift for one of the guests here. Ivan Alexandrovich Shotsky. I realize it's late, but I know he would not refuse to see me. We are on excellent terms, despite what you may have heard. Could you please tell me what room he is in so that I may deliver this to him? Of course, it can wait until tomorrow, but I would appreciate the room number anyway."
"Of course, Evgeni Alekseievich," the man at the desk replied, and paused to look it up. "Room 714."
"Thank you very much. You know, it is rather late. I think I'll just give it to him tomorrow. But thank you for your help."
Evgeni strode to the elevator, carrying the small unmarked box in his hands. Yes, there is a gift for Ivan Alexandrovich Shotsky in this box, he thought as the elevator doors closed and he pushed the number 5, though it is not one he would prefer to receive.
Evgeni was not stupid. He knew that cameras could show when and where he got on and off the elevator. Getting off on the seventh floor, when his records showed he was staying on the fifth, was a huge mistake. So he decided to get off on his own floor. Besides, he needed to figure out how to load the damn thing. The vendor had shown him, but the gun was now unloaded.
As Evgeni neared his hallway, he paused, and shook his head.
The nerve of some people, he thought, continuing to walk towards his room, making so much noise when other guests were about to go to sleep.
He was surprised when he heard the noises getting louder and louder, and loudest of all when he got to his room.
If I didn't know better, he thought suspiciously, I'd say that was coming from Danil's room...
"You sha-ru not paaaaassss!!"
Evgeni glared at the door to room 528. That was definitely Kyo in there. How dare he. Now he wasn't upset about the noise itself, but that the boy was obviously having a party in there, when he told his host father that he was so upset about the vicious attack on him, not to mention what happened with Shotsky. Evgeni went to the door and pounded on it as loud as he could.
"Kyo Suzuki!" he exclaimed, "open this door right now!"
How dare he have a party when his host father was in the hospital, possibly needing surgery!
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Post by Kyo Suzuki on Sept 20, 2011 3:15:12 GMT -5
"Kyo Suzuki! Open this door right now!"
Despite the blaring of the television, Kyo heard the words clearly, mixed in with the sound of the Balrog of Mor-something grumbling and roaring as Gandalf brought his staff crashing down.
Kyo had cringed at the sound of Zhenya's voice, which had seemed as loud and upset as a real Vengeance God might sound. He knew the man couldn't possibly be in the mood to want to deal with any shenanigans, not after what had happened with Danil during the day, and he couldn't quite say he was surprised to hear him, either. Kyo had known Zhenya was returning to the hotel at some point by midnight. He just hadn't planned for that moment.
Even so, all of the excitement of Kyo's sugar high had suddenly disintegrated into an overabundance of nervous energy. He was suddenly feeling like all the sugary snacks and drinks were exacting their own revenge on him, threatening to come up.
Lowering the heavy floor lamp back into its place by the couch, Kyo swallowed hard and switched the booming television off on his way over to the room door. By this point, he knew he had to just hope that his efforts hadn't been wasted. With Zhenya back and sounding painfully angry, Kyo knew there would be no more screaming and flipping and noise-making for him tonight. Oh how he hoped it had been enough to interrupt Kovalev.
At the door, Kyo hesitated a moment, a moment that turned out very brief. The energy was still running through him like an electrical current. Even if it wasn't being used for activity, it was still providing Kyo with that sick, nervous feeling he really didn't like. He didn't wait any longer; he pulled the door open.
"Good evening....Zhenya-san...."
Kyo barely got the words out before his eyes gave Zhenya a look as if to say, Hold that thought!, and he fled out of sight for the suite's oversized bathroom.
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Post by Angela on Sept 20, 2011 19:16:54 GMT -5
Zhenya glared at the teenage boy as he greeted him so casually, but when he ran, Zhenya stormed inside to follow him. When he heard him vomit, he shook his head. As far as he was concerned, the boy deserved to be sick. He set the box carefully down on the couch, noticing that the hotel room was a general mess. Things were thrown all over the floor, both beds were messed up, there were candy wrappers and soft drink bottles and cans everywhere. Zhenya folded his arms across his chest sternly. This was how this teenager behaved during a crisis?
Zhenya waited a few moments, and finally went to the bathroom. Zhenya glared at his back, feeling no sympathy, standing with his arms crossed.
"So, this is why you were so anxious to leave the hospital," he said angrily.
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Post by Kyo Suzuki on Oct 14, 2011 2:26:40 GMT -5
Kyo was poised on all fours over the fancy bathroom toilet, his stomach lurching from all the food and excitement earlier. The nervous energy which the sugar had suddenly all fizzled down into was doing more harm than good at this point--he now felt sicker than he could ever remember feeling before in his life, and yes, that somehow included the time he'd eaten outdated sashimi at a rundown restaurant somewhere in Roppongi with his friend Nobu. But he didn't regret what he had done...and in some way, he knew Zhenya wouldn't either, even if he never found out Kyo's reasons for fooling around. The Japanese boy only wished he hadn't prayed to the fake God of Anger and Vengefulness, because now it was exacting its own revenge on his stomach.
When at last he felt confident enough not to have his head practically inside the porcelain toilet bowl, Kyo leaned back against the marbe-tiled wall of the bathroom, breathing deep and trying to keep from gagging at the horrible after-taste. That had been the very first time he had ever pulled a stunt like that. He was sure it would also be the last. Now, he wondered...how was he going to make this up to Zhenya? The man seemed beyond angered, and if Kyo wanted to be honest with himself, it was not the kind of look he liked seeing on Danil's brother. He could understand why it was there, Zhenya had assumed he'd just wanted to return to the hotel to goof off, and yes, he had been goofing off, but...
Kyo hung his head. "I am very sorry, Zhenya-san. This was wrong." No point in admitting what he had been doing either, he supposed. Zhenya might never believe him. "I think I understand my mistake. And this is my punishment." He closed his eyes, the bathroom tile cool against the back of his head. Maybe he would sleep there for the night. Either way, he knew he was going to be as dead as Kovalev come the next morning.
And oh...it had been worth it. Somewhere inside, past the feeling of nervous sickness, Kyo was thinking about that moment when Danil and the others got to see Shotsky and Kovalev's looks of surprise.
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Post by Angela on Oct 19, 2011 2:01:36 GMT -5
Zhenya glared and shook his head. "What do you expect me to say?" he asked, speaking his mind. "Do you expect me to feel sorry for you because you got sick? You deserved it." He folded his arms across his chest. "You have the nerve to sit by Danil, in his time of need, your host father, and the moment he cuts you loose you have a party for yourself?!" he exclaimed. "How dare you!" He shook his head, exasporated. "Don't worry. I won't tell Danil or Peter. The last thing they need to deal with right now is your lack of respect for them."
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Post by Kyo Suzuki on Sept 22, 2012 14:33:44 GMT -5
Kyo was beginning to worry that Zhenya also wouldn't get any sleep, considering how upset he had become. That wouldn't be good either. As it was, Danil and his family were already on edge with everything else that had happened. They didn't need extra stress. He was somehow hoping Zhenya would find it in himself to accept his apologies and get some rest. He didn't like to think they'd all gone through this mess together for it to flop, what with all of them ending up unable to sleep, same as Kovalev.
Anyway, Kyo knew he was counted among that number. By this point, he didn't think he could sleep even if he overdosed with sleeping pills The sugar may have taken its toll, and he himself already crashed from its high, but his nerves were jumping with what was going on. If word of this got back to his parents...well, it wasn't that they were rod-straight, strict, and unwavering, but the at the very least, they would wonder just what in the world their normally calm and refined son had gotten himself caught up in. And considering this was all just a prank on the bad guy to begin with...
"Zhenya-san, please forgive me..." Kyo tried again. His voice sounded a bit hoarse now. He needed something soothing. Tea, perhaps. "Or...or not forgive, you don't have to, but please don't let me stop your sleep. If that is the case, then I cannot forgive myself. It means I ruined Danyaru-san's situation more."
He hesitated a moment, then added, "The truth is that tomorrow I will regret this. I know that. And...and I...I don't know why I did this, but I am very sorry. I promise I will never do it again. I promise it."
In many ways, he really did feel regrets and maybe he wasn't fully sure why he had done it all... No. No, that would be a lie. He understood why perfectly. Because Shotsky was a monster. Because Shotsky and Kovalev had done the kind of wrong that no one should get away with. Not just their attack on Danil, but with everything else they had done, too. Kyo knew it was partly selfish. Probably some part of him had been seeking retribution for what had happened to him and Shotsky back in the waiting area, for what Danil had told him. But he knew without a doubt that this sort of thing had needed to happen. Whether he was punished or not.
It would all make sense tomorrow.
If he could even make it to then.
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Post by Angela on Sept 24, 2012 13:11:37 GMT -5
Zhenya shook his head with an exasperated sigh. It just didn't make sense. Kyo was so upset earlier, and then had a party the moment he'd been cut loose. Now, he was remorseful, but was it because he'd been caught, or was it because he felt guilty for having fun while his host father was in the hospital? Then he mentioned "ruining" Danil's situation? What did he mean?
Zhenya was starting to get a headache. He didn't know if he wanted to continue the conversation or if he wanted to leave, and do what he planned to in the first place... He sat down next to his box, the candy-camouflaged box with a deadly gun inside it, loaded and ready to fire. He folded his arms across his chest, deciding to give Kyo at least the benefit of the doubt.
"You really don't know why you-"
Before he could finish, a loud pounding on the closed door interrupted him. He got up and answered the door.
The moment he did, he balled his free hand into a fist and glared at the unexpected visitor. It was Maxim Kovalev, his eyes angry and a little bloodshot. The moment he recognized Zhenya, however, he backed off a little.
"So you're the one having a party up here," he growled in Russian. "Think you can keep me awake with all this noise because I happen to be right under you? That's just fine. I don't need sleep to beat your faggot brother at this competition. Just know that I'm not the only resident you're messing with. Be careful, or you might get yourself banned from this hotel." With a wicked smile, Kovalev left and went down the hallway to the elevator.
Zhenya stood there, frozen for a moment, then he sighed and looked at Kyo sympathetically.
"That was why you were fooling around... you were trying to keep him awake, ah? How did you find out where he was?" He knew it was unlikely, but at the same time, he'd been proven wrong before.
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