[Espy]

HAYATE

Hayate forced a laugh. "Hi tech shit? I'm too poor for any of that, besides my mas--" He stopped. Shoot. His mask.

"Aaaauuuuuugh. I lost it, didn't I..." he mumbled, burying his head into his still-bloody palms. "That thing cost me a fortune, too...which, by your standards, probably isn't a lot. But to a person like me, who has...minor difficulties getting breakfast..." He trailed off and snuffed out his smoke on the wall behind him.