Zeke stood alone as he watched Isen leave.
The Jack was finally warming up to him, before the argument.
"I'm sorry," Said Zeke in a pleading tone.
¨Well I'm not!" Yelled Isen, turning around to look at him one last, sole, individual, one and only, lonesome, unique, singular time.
"How...how can I make it up to you?" Zeke was on the verge of tears.
¨Maybe if you figure out a way to dry paper without messing it up! Oh, wait, if that was possible this wouldnt be a problem!¨ Isen barked back.
"I'll learn how to dry paper! Just...Please...Forgive me."
An incredibly pissed Isen sighed longly before saying, ¨Forget it...I'm..not mad. But you better stay away from my press papers from now on.¨
The blue haired man did the approving gesture of causing your neck muscles pain by tilting your neck in a way that you title your head up and down, "Will you take me back if I don't touch your papers?" Asked Zeke pleadingly.
¨If you pay for the date next time, sure.¨ Replied to Isen, wondering how to rewrite the messed up press papers.
"Okay," Said Zeke with a smile.
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