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[center][b][color=thistle]Current Location: Backstage[/color][/b][/center]
Even before the White Guild takeover had started, Kosuke was on the ground. Having been the social equivalent of Coral for many, many years, the amount of stress he had been subjected to within the past 10 minutes was close to a lethal dose. As soon as their number was done, he dashed back into the backstage and threw himself at the couch they had back there. Unfortunately he aimed a little too high and bounced over the top, but his head was already spinning and at least hitting the ground felt like something. The other finishers started piling in and outside the music amped up as Arms Slave started building up to his climax.

The other guys were also talking but it was all fuzzy to him. He was blearily aware of a lot of stuff going on over there but he wasn't in a position to be worrying about that. He was fading fast, he needed an out.

He took out his phone and texted the non-family he currently had a number for, Machidai. This would be the first message he'd ever send to anybody that wasn't his sister or his mother.

[i][color=thistle]Need... Extraction... 6... Trash cans...[/color][/i]

In his current state he couldn't even see the words he was typing properly, but he was sure auto-correct had his back.

[quote]
[b]From:[/b] Kosuke Kimura
[b]To:[/b] Todo Machidai

Knee     extract   6      trash scan    pay            3.50
[/quote]

[i][color=thistle]Nailed it.[/color][/i] He thought, as he faded out for good.
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