[b]"Quit your complaining,"[/b] Xanxus scoffed, bending over to pick up a medium-sized part of the boulder that had broken off from the impact. Like before, he tossed it at Darrian's head, this time chuckling. It was only with his friend that he would ever casually laugh like such; in truth, Darrian was his one and only true friend that he had. Every other person who knew him were expendable, or people who tried to suck up to him for his attention, or worse; people who tried to use him as a stepping stone for their 'success'. [i]Those[/i] were the types of humans that he really despised, but to him, it was just another thing on his grand list of dislikes. [b]"We've got some sheep that need tending."[/b]

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Out of all the things that Ambra could've said, she could've provided a reason as to why she couldn't return the shirt. Perhaps it was because she wanted to clean it more, perhaps one of the buffoons had coated it in a poison, or perhaps, another reasoning that only this woman could craft on the spot.

Instead, [b]"No!"[/b] was all Zaino had received, and the simplistic one-syllable response had been enough to make him burst laughing. He truly hated this woman. [b]"And why's that?"[/b] he asked as his laughter died out.