[That ring... Isn't it important to Solomon? He's always wearing it, so it must be. Akira takes it with a careful hand, ring nestled in the heart of his palm, fingers protectively curled over it. The shock wanes from his eyes and he slips the ring onto his own middle finger, his nod a firm, sure thing.]
Will do. I'll make sure I return it to you in one piece.
[...A glance,]
So you'd better stick around to take it back. Got it?
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Will do. I'll make sure I return it to you in one piece.
[...A glance,]
So you'd better stick around to take it back. Got it?