IC INBOX: INUGAMI

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“Uh, hello. You've reached Keisuke... I’m sorry, but I’m not able to pick up right now. Leave me a message and I'll try to call back. Um... thanks, bye.”

[VOICE CALL, TEXT MESSAGING, AND PHOTO SHARING IS ENABLED ON THIS CELL PHONE.]

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[CALL FROM: YOUR DAD

Keisuke picks up after squinting at the ID for a second (it actually read "Motomi," of course).]

...Hello?

[Oh... Yeah, he doesn't sound so great. Keisuke remembers that he hadn't had his cigarettes on him in the transfer from Toshima to the school. He feels a stab of sympathy, though he doesn't have much of a frame of reference.]

Um, yeah... what is it, Motomi-san?

[chainbroker]

[ Yeah they're only a few letters apart, it's easy to mix those two up. ]

[ And... Well, even if Keisuke doesn't voice it, he won't have to. He's hit the nail right on the head. Hello to you too... ]

This is a long stretch from the start, but you... [ The amount of pacing or foot-tapping or knee-bouncing that's either happening or should be happening on his end is almost tangible over the phone. ] You don't know of anyone that's gotten their hands on any cigarettes, do you?

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[In all honesty, he might not've been able to read the name very well because these dumbass kids never learned their kanji for things like that. But, anyway.

He assumed that's what the call might be about, though the answer isn't going to be one that Motomi likes.]

I don't know... I haven't seen anyone with them.

[Most of the students were kids. Kids who didn't smoke.]

Stuff tends to show up in your locker every once in a while, so you might get some, but... I'm not sure if there are any already here...