[AND WHAT ABOUT YOU RHYS where do you fall on the shady scale. Pretty high, Hinata thinks??]
Stuff, [he repeats, a little patiently as he fights the urge to press his fingers against his forehead to relieve what's sure to quickly become a headache.]
Could you tell me what kind of stuff? It might help.
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Stuff, [he repeats, a little patiently as he fights the urge to press his fingers against his forehead to relieve what's sure to quickly become a headache.]
Could you tell me what kind of stuff? It might help.