Faller, Faller... Orobons? No, no... Ziz. No. Gods, why can't I remember which gang he ran with?
Because your memory's only good for counting. You're shite with faces, and y'know it.
He sat back, content to look on as she chided the man for his grubby fingers. Gil in his pocket, drink in hand, and Limsa Lominsa's finest entertainment before him. He missed this. He missed this a lot. Then she turned to him, and the night, if it was even possible, took a turn for the better.
"Yayabuko send ye? If that's how y'introduce yerself, I'll be takin' an extra fee fer me lost gil."
Yayabuko? Who was Yayabuko? And what bloody fee was she on about, anyh-
Oh, sweet Menphina. The Sparrow's turned fence? And she thinks I'm buyin'? Oh, piss 'n' blood, this is too good. This is gods-damned golden.
His cheeks were burning as he bit down on a surging bubble of laughter. They'd likely take the flush for drink, and leave it at that, which suited him just fine, because he was too busy considering his options to bother with worrying over something as trivial as his bloomin' facial expressions.
Do I correct her, or do I play along? Loathe to spend the gil I just won, that's a drunken night at the least. The hells would I even want to kno-
Oh, there was definitely something he wanted to know. Something which he'd normally have no way of knowing. Information he couldn't get at through his regular channels. Oh, but this was a dangerous game to be playin', and the table he'd be sitting down to was laden with all manner o' knives.
Risk naught, win squat.Â
He dropped his boots to the floor and sat forward, the front legs of his chair slamming down. He took a swig from his mug and eyed Kink over the brim.
"Extra's a mite unkind, eh? Seeing as how I won fair 'n' square, kept my trap shut, bought drinks, all graceful like, and 'ere y'are, all pissy 'n' shite, all but callin' me a gadabout. I'd rather not have t'be goin' back empty-handed, tellin' Yayabuko that ye done tried t'rinse me purse for y'own vindictiveness."
He put his mug down, slid it to one side, rested his elbows on the table, and steepled his hands.Â
"So. Ye dealin', or am I walkin'?"
Because your memory's only good for counting. You're shite with faces, and y'know it.
He sat back, content to look on as she chided the man for his grubby fingers. Gil in his pocket, drink in hand, and Limsa Lominsa's finest entertainment before him. He missed this. He missed this a lot. Then she turned to him, and the night, if it was even possible, took a turn for the better.
"Yayabuko send ye? If that's how y'introduce yerself, I'll be takin' an extra fee fer me lost gil."
Yayabuko? Who was Yayabuko? And what bloody fee was she on about, anyh-
Oh, sweet Menphina. The Sparrow's turned fence? And she thinks I'm buyin'? Oh, piss 'n' blood, this is too good. This is gods-damned golden.
His cheeks were burning as he bit down on a surging bubble of laughter. They'd likely take the flush for drink, and leave it at that, which suited him just fine, because he was too busy considering his options to bother with worrying over something as trivial as his bloomin' facial expressions.
Do I correct her, or do I play along? Loathe to spend the gil I just won, that's a drunken night at the least. The hells would I even want to kno-
Oh, there was definitely something he wanted to know. Something which he'd normally have no way of knowing. Information he couldn't get at through his regular channels. Oh, but this was a dangerous game to be playin', and the table he'd be sitting down to was laden with all manner o' knives.
Risk naught, win squat.Â
He dropped his boots to the floor and sat forward, the front legs of his chair slamming down. He took a swig from his mug and eyed Kink over the brim.
"Extra's a mite unkind, eh? Seeing as how I won fair 'n' square, kept my trap shut, bought drinks, all graceful like, and 'ere y'are, all pissy 'n' shite, all but callin' me a gadabout. I'd rather not have t'be goin' back empty-handed, tellin' Yayabuko that ye done tried t'rinse me purse for y'own vindictiveness."
He put his mug down, slid it to one side, rested his elbows on the table, and steepled his hands.Â
"So. Ye dealin', or am I walkin'?"
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