"Rott-ing, yes."  Despite the smell, the slime, the sick, and semi-serious threat of maiming alike, he continued to speak as if he were giving an address at a high and noble court, his hand held out hand, thumb and forefinger together, bobbing along with his words to emphasize the stress.  "Rott-ing. Not rott-ed. And that was precisely the problem, you see?"  Digits still poised as such, he gingerly picked a bit of the once-fish from her body - somewhere decent, certainly, most likely her hair - and held it up between them for inspection.
"Now, look, see here, I'm not saying it's not . . . adequate. Â Good putrefaction. Â That the barrel was in the sun? Â Fine business. Â But it wasn't long enough. Â I have seen a good many rotten fish-carcass in my day, and I assure you, madam, - " Here it should be noted that the word was spoken without irony. Â "That this! Â This!" He waggled the bit of slime with such emphasis that it flew out of his grasp and was flung, accidentally, in the direction of her nose. Â "This is nearly acceptable."
Only with that phrase did a look of disgust cross his face as he recoiled back against the wall, stifling a shudder. Â "At any rate, you told me it was rotted, and not rotting. Â Exactly why I went with you, as I recall. Â 'Mut'al good', wasn't it? I take the fish, and you take the gil?"Â
He folded his arms, looking cross. Â "Besides, my speech was impeccable. Â I held up my end."
"Now, look, see here, I'm not saying it's not . . . adequate. Â Good putrefaction. Â That the barrel was in the sun? Â Fine business. Â But it wasn't long enough. Â I have seen a good many rotten fish-carcass in my day, and I assure you, madam, - " Here it should be noted that the word was spoken without irony. Â "That this! Â This!" He waggled the bit of slime with such emphasis that it flew out of his grasp and was flung, accidentally, in the direction of her nose. Â "This is nearly acceptable."
Only with that phrase did a look of disgust cross his face as he recoiled back against the wall, stifling a shudder. Â "At any rate, you told me it was rotted, and not rotting. Â Exactly why I went with you, as I recall. Â 'Mut'al good', wasn't it? I take the fish, and you take the gil?"Â
He folded his arms, looking cross. Â "Besides, my speech was impeccable. Â I held up my end."
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Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
