[b]"I'll give you three seconds-"[/b]

Zaino's head turned to the stranger who had had the scandalous woman on his lap, giving him a look full of disgust. He said nothing to him, merely pointing down the hall and purposely misguiding the man. Whether or not the man stuck by, he turned his attention back to Ambra, throwing his sword back into the sheath. He sighed, about to continue where he left off until he looked in her hands and saw that his shirt had been all patched up and cleaned. [i]She's pissing me off...[/i] [b]"I'll ask one more time; can I have my shirt back?"[/b]

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[b]"Hmph,"[/b] Xanxus scowled at his friend, lowering his hands to his sides. The sight of the stone making contact with the back of Darrian's head and his reaction had managed to defuse a good bit of his irritation. The stone had exploded upon impact, and to Darrian, the pain must have been excruciating; he began to look around the proximity for more abnormally sized stones, disappointed when there weren't anymore. [b]"Shame. No more stones. You're spared of the additional brain damage from your birth."[/b]