[Poised on the edge of explosion, Firo glares at Czes, inhaling shakily through clenched teeth. At the apology, he blinks and the tension in his shoulders relaxes. He puts his knife away.]
...No, it's fine. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up. This place just... you know.
[He disintegrates into a bundle of nerves much more easily after so many months in Mayfield.]
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...No, it's fine. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up. This place just... you know.
[He disintegrates into a bundle of nerves much more easily after so many months in Mayfield.]