Oda Sakunosuke
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A gun in his hand, pointed directly at you. There’s a deadpan expression on his face, but there’s an underlying emotion. He looked annoyed. Aggravated, even. The arm connected to the hand in which the gun was in rested on the bar of the place he was called to. A hole in the wall bar called “Bar Lupin.”
“Don’t call me Odasaku.”
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