[How the hell did he move so quietly anyway? Abbacchio stares at him, almost in disbelief, then sighs and puts the zipper into his pocket. There's the instinctive urge to tell D to mind his own business, but... well. Something about the circumstances including his own makes it harder to be as rough as he usually is.
So he doesn't. He's reluctantly forthcoming, which is progress.]
...Sort of. I didn't even expect to have it on me, but when I woke up it was there. Belongs to someone else I know.
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[How the hell did he move so quietly anyway? Abbacchio stares at him, almost in disbelief, then sighs and puts the zipper into his pocket. There's the instinctive urge to tell D to mind his own business, but... well. Something about the circumstances including his own makes it harder to be as rough as he usually is.
So he doesn't. He's reluctantly forthcoming, which is progress.]
...Sort of. I didn't even expect to have it on me, but when I woke up it was there. Belongs to someone else I know.