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[Hayato growls, while he HATED giving up his ground, this asshole wasn't just going to fuck off and leave him alone. Huffily the teen gathers up his notes, and bomb materials, and tools, and shoves them into a bag. He grabs his crutch and brings it in front of him, bracing himself to the pain that would inevitably come with standing. He takes a deep breath and with a grunt, he pulls himself up, wincing at the predicted pain. It was better then it had been though. At least he had gotten some good rest in while he was down here.

Before he starts to limp off, he makes sure to grab his bowl of popcorn. Not only is it a total douche move, but it gives him a good projectile if this guy pisses him off while he's leaving...]