[If Leo's going to keep giving him looks, he's just going to do his own thing. Letting out a heavy sigh, he starts to move ahead, dashing towards the corner. Whatever the smell is, and no matter how rancid it is, he doesn't seem to be covering his nose. Instead, he gets into battle position.]
Come on!
[Guess it's time for work. Because he's no longer in the mood for chat.]
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Come on!
[Guess it's time for work. Because he's no longer in the mood for chat.]