Koporo hated to wear glasses. He hated the way he looked with them on. He hated the way it implied he was visually impaired. He hated the idea that he had a weakness of any kind.
He hated that he had to explain to people they were just for reading small print.Â
And it was small print, Koporo found, that he hated more than the glasses themselves, as they were the reason he needed them in the first place. In particular, this small print, written by none other than the same person who's only reason for sticking in his long-term memory was for the almighty accomplishment of telling him to "eat a bag of dicks."Â
"Five tits an' two 'oles, eh? Pfft."
He gave a long sigh. It was one thing to have it out for his superior. It was another thing entirely to go to such lengths to demean and humiliate her. Personally, Koporo didn't buy a word of it, especially the supposed anatomical anomalies, but it didn't matter what he thought. The cruelty of the citizenry and the Brass was something Koporo knew well, and he shuddered at the thought of more bullshit for the beleaguered Sultansworn to deal with.Â
He recalled the last time he had tried to take justice into his hands, dumping a bucket of ice-cold water on Evangeline in the middle of the Quicksand, ruining her possessions, all as vengeance for a prior embarrassment of Ser Crofte. How he was made to apologize, and taught the value of humility, something Crofte herself had seemed to master.
...Still, there was little shaking the worry. Koporo decided, as he crumpled up the newspaper and tossed it, that the best course of action, as a member of Her Grace's Royal Gallantry, and as a friend and comrade to Coatleque Crofte, was simply to watch carefully, and be there when it was made clear he was needed.
-All while making a mental note to avoid the writer of the article like the plague, as if he hadn't been doing so already. Otherwise, the encounter may end with both her shins snapped in two.
He hated that he had to explain to people they were just for reading small print.Â
And it was small print, Koporo found, that he hated more than the glasses themselves, as they were the reason he needed them in the first place. In particular, this small print, written by none other than the same person who's only reason for sticking in his long-term memory was for the almighty accomplishment of telling him to "eat a bag of dicks."Â
"Five tits an' two 'oles, eh? Pfft."
He gave a long sigh. It was one thing to have it out for his superior. It was another thing entirely to go to such lengths to demean and humiliate her. Personally, Koporo didn't buy a word of it, especially the supposed anatomical anomalies, but it didn't matter what he thought. The cruelty of the citizenry and the Brass was something Koporo knew well, and he shuddered at the thought of more bullshit for the beleaguered Sultansworn to deal with.Â
He recalled the last time he had tried to take justice into his hands, dumping a bucket of ice-cold water on Evangeline in the middle of the Quicksand, ruining her possessions, all as vengeance for a prior embarrassment of Ser Crofte. How he was made to apologize, and taught the value of humility, something Crofte herself had seemed to master.
...Still, there was little shaking the worry. Koporo decided, as he crumpled up the newspaper and tossed it, that the best course of action, as a member of Her Grace's Royal Gallantry, and as a friend and comrade to Coatleque Crofte, was simply to watch carefully, and be there when it was made clear he was needed.
-All while making a mental note to avoid the writer of the article like the plague, as if he hadn't been doing so already. Otherwise, the encounter may end with both her shins snapped in two.
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