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"What is that?" Ryoma asked pointedly.
"What?"
"That."
"No one understands you."
"That's the THIRD cell phone I've seen you use in the past half an hour."
"Ah, that's nothing," Atobe smirked, casually slipping the phone shut. "I still have two more."
Ryoma choked on his drink and glared at the silver-haired diva.
"Why do you need so many for?"
"Well, one is for overseas calls. And that one," Atobe gestured towards the blue mobile lying on the table. "…is for contacting my family."
"What about the one in your hand?" Ryoma crossed his arms impatiently.
"This one is for contacting friends. I just talked to Oshitari, remember?"
"And?"
"The other phone is used for contacting people related to business, such as clients. The last one…"
Ryoma tapped his foot and did a mental count. One more left.
"…is for emergency contacting purposes when all the other four phones are dead."
Ryoma nearly fell off his chair. Glowering, he stomped out of the café.
Stupid Monkey King! What's the use of FIVE phones when not ONE is for ME?
Back at the café, Atobe continued to sit under the yellow umbrella, unfazed by Ryoma's sudden departure.
"Che. Just when Ore-sama was about to tell you that you're the only one who knows his emergency mobile number."
fin.
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