Re: Kami's Pub
“Meh, what can you do?” He asked, but in a rhetorical way.
He had suppressed a grimace when he heard Lucrecia mispronounce his name. For some reason, people always had problems putting the ‘r’ before the ‘o’. This was something that always irritated him, mainly because he did not understand what was so hard about enunciating his name.
“Focus!” Raitro mentally nudged himself. “This is no time to be bothered by insignificant stuff!”
The Saiyan looked away for a moment as he drank his pint of beer in a few swigs. After the alcoholic contents had been ingested, he sighed in relief and laid the empty glass cup on the counter in front of him.
“And don’t worry. I’m not much of a fighting-person. Never understood why we Saiyan’s loved it so much.” This wasn’t a complete lie. Raitro indeed did not love fighting, but inside him there was much hatred that he always kept at bay. So beating the crap out of someone when stressed out really helped him vent that pooling anger out.
As he considered his dishonest answer, Raitro caught a glint in Lucrecia’s eyes. It seemed like she was worried.
“You okay? You seem to be a bit unsettled…”
He took quick glances around the pub to see if anyone was giving Lucrecia the stink-eye, but saw nothing.
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