Post by szarados on Nov 24, 2009 18:30:41 GMT -6
"Well done. I like a man who handles his problems in a direct and straight-forward manner."
“Good t’see we’re in agreement. There just ain’t no cause to go around worryin’ about some chump putting a bullet in yer back when you can settle things and get on with yer merrymakin’.” Szar isn’t the sort to let anybody else get involved in his disputes so long as he can help it. It’s a matter of pride, of self-sufficiency. Best to let a man who has made his bed poorly lay in it.
For his part, he hadn’t even noticed that Lealia and Grace were involved in conversation before he had arrived. Hell, he’d practically forgotten the weapons-girl was even there. Giving her an odd sort of look when she sighs, interjecting in the conversation he had been having with Grace. Were it not for his new employer seeming to be on good terms with Lealia, he’d have undoubtedly had something rude to say. As it is, he holds his tongue.
"I sold you smoke grenades, right? How'd those work out for you?"
“Kept me from gettin’ shot up in a jam, if that’s what yer askin’." He’s surprised that she would remember what he had bought, and it shows, if only briefly. ‘Course, he’s not one to try to hide what he’s done from anybody unless it’s to serve his own ends. Shoving a hand into his pocket and pulling out a few creds that he tosses on the bar, downing the rest of his moonshine unceremoniously. “Welp, sure you girls have a lot to talk about, and I got my own ends to tie up.” He’s not being rude, not by his definition, but small-talk isn’t exactly his cuppa-tea either.
“Good t’see we’re in agreement. There just ain’t no cause to go around worryin’ about some chump putting a bullet in yer back when you can settle things and get on with yer merrymakin’.” Szar isn’t the sort to let anybody else get involved in his disputes so long as he can help it. It’s a matter of pride, of self-sufficiency. Best to let a man who has made his bed poorly lay in it.
For his part, he hadn’t even noticed that Lealia and Grace were involved in conversation before he had arrived. Hell, he’d practically forgotten the weapons-girl was even there. Giving her an odd sort of look when she sighs, interjecting in the conversation he had been having with Grace. Were it not for his new employer seeming to be on good terms with Lealia, he’d have undoubtedly had something rude to say. As it is, he holds his tongue.
"I sold you smoke grenades, right? How'd those work out for you?"
“Kept me from gettin’ shot up in a jam, if that’s what yer askin’." He’s surprised that she would remember what he had bought, and it shows, if only briefly. ‘Course, he’s not one to try to hide what he’s done from anybody unless it’s to serve his own ends. Shoving a hand into his pocket and pulling out a few creds that he tosses on the bar, downing the rest of his moonshine unceremoniously. “Welp, sure you girls have a lot to talk about, and I got my own ends to tie up.” He’s not being rude, not by his definition, but small-talk isn’t exactly his cuppa-tea either.
