both of you are in the hallway. Monoma is on the ground, clutching his nose that's bleeding a little while you're standing a few feet from him. Talkior:"you ripped my T-shirt." Monoma:"and you broke my nose....twice.....it healed...... you broke it again......TWO TIMES!-" Talkior suddenly punches him in the face again. Talkior:"three times!" moves hand dismissively and rolls eyes
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