[ wow, excuse you, he can fight. a normie anyway. he's nothing if not honest to a fault, anyway; Guanshan just regards him right back, lips thinning and pursing downwards, maybe like he's looking for something too. ]
[ this is just how it is, really. it's fine; he didn't even know Nihongou that well. it didn't mean anything. ]
Yeah. Stole some old lady's purse. [ his voice has a touch of grit to it, a low-burning anger roughing it up, but it isn't because of the events he's describing. he douses it in the last of his beer, slamming the bottle down on the table just a little too roughly. ] You ain't wrong; my luck is shit.
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[ this is just how it is, really. it's fine; he didn't even know Nihongou that well. it didn't mean anything. ]
Yeah. Stole some old lady's purse. [ his voice has a touch of grit to it, a low-burning anger roughing it up, but it isn't because of the events he's describing. he douses it in the last of his beer, slamming the bottle down on the table just a little too roughly. ] You ain't wrong; my luck is shit.