[He's about to get up and enjoy his very cool carrot-ginger juice somewhere else, not next to dicks -- let the new ones be on their own completely, if they gotta be -- but maybe the guy's tone makes Nero give him a second.
He sniffs, taking another drink of the juice. He looks him over -- long hair, beard, the pathetic lost luster in his eyes -- and it all feels real personal. But it sounds... look. It sounds genuine.
Ask Nero what it's like, lashing out at anything when your life's shit.]
The pictures help, all right? Not everyone can read. [Or that's what he's telling himself. Nanaue probably can't. Nero had added him for that reason -- and so no one was weird about the guy being a shark.] Those are all the poisonous ones.
[The mushrooms, he means.] So you were, uh... an innkeep?
[He'd stopped before finishing it. Call Nero curious. Or, more likely, willing to move on from that whole -- thing. He can't help but think summoning an innkeep's a weird fucking choice, though.]
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He sniffs, taking another drink of the juice. He looks him over -- long hair, beard, the pathetic lost luster in his eyes -- and it all feels real personal. But it sounds... look. It sounds genuine.
Ask Nero what it's like, lashing out at anything when your life's shit.]
The pictures help, all right? Not everyone can read. [Or that's what he's telling himself. Nanaue probably can't. Nero had added him for that reason -- and so no one was weird about the guy being a shark.] Those are all the poisonous ones.
[The mushrooms, he means.] So you were, uh... an innkeep?
[He'd stopped before finishing it. Call Nero curious. Or, more likely, willing to move on from that whole -- thing. He can't help but think summoning an innkeep's a weird fucking choice, though.]