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"[color=1a7b30]While the offer is generous, I actually, ah, already own a phone,[/color]" admitted Haruka, looking down at the glossy device that had just been thrown his direction. It was rather large for his hands, a trait that he had noticed in many of the more modern mobiles that had been trendy in recent years (and of course, valuable enough to create a significant dent in his pool of funds). It was incredibly charitable of Uchiha Sentou to simply hand over so many phones to them, but he could not, in good faith, take one even if they were for means of communication.

Obtaining things for free was always a treat, but he already possessed a cell of his own, and to accept Sentou's offer felt as if he was being imposing. With little to no flourish, the green-haired ninja quietly handed the phone back to the girl. His own was already suitable for usage in nearly any situation (except for high-quality camera-taking, which he was definitely sure he would never have to do in the near future), so another was really just redundant.

"[color=007236]I don't remember if I ever gave you my number,[/color]" he continued, "[color=007236]but that can be easily rectified.[/color]"

The sudden ... drama, that enveloped Yamato and Takeshi was not quite what he had expected. Especially the latter's outburst that revealed a connection to the Jashinists. He didn't actually have much of an idea of what was happening. It was all so fast, so sudden, that all he really could do was watch and wait.

He was horrible at dealing with the personal issues of others.