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Hiro let out a small 'pfft', "Well, don't die, meeting up with your dead body tonight would not look too good on paper." He stood back on the back of the truck as he spoke, and began to twirl his hair. "And I wouldn't wish to ruin my already damaged reputation." He sighed and rocked his head side to side on his shoulders. The sweat from being out in the heat for a little while causing some of his hairs to stick the back of his neck.
"I wish I had an iced coffee," he mumbled. Causing some of his coworkers to nod in agreement.