[Accelerator doesn't answer that right away. He gets that Five is teasing him, and he's getting under his skin, so in the interest of not destroying the entire lounge out of anger he instead grabs his cup of coffee and takes a very long drink. Five was correct, the coffee is kind of garbage, but it still hits that caffeine itch and makes him feel a little better. At least, it calms him down enough that he can growl out.]
I'm fine. [He's saying that through gritted teeth so you know, not actually fine, but goddamnit if he is going to admit that.] Worry about yourself, bastard.
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I'm fine. [He's saying that through gritted teeth so you know, not actually fine, but goddamnit if he is going to admit that.] Worry about yourself, bastard.