[ He pushes his bangs out of his face. The wet state of his hair allows for it to stay pushed out of his face, and he shakes his head to bring his bangs back. No, thank you. ]
I suppose I did forget that fact. [ A quick, little chuckle to himself. ]
[ Standing over him, he looks down at him with mild feigned concern. ] Are you going to be all right, Atsushi? Do you feel the cold grip of death?
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I suppose I did forget that fact. [ A quick, little chuckle to himself. ]
[ Standing over him, he looks down at him with mild feigned concern. ] Are you going to be all right, Atsushi? Do you feel the cold grip of death?