[Yeah, right. Light reading. That was definitely not going to happen, now. Ryuji turns at Gundam's approach, the model kit in his arms like he's swaddling a newborn babe, and with a bright smile on his face, he looks down at the box.]
Dude, is this yours? I found it outside your room.
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Dude, is this yours? I found it outside your room.
[Wait a fucking second.]
SLAVE!?