that was pointlesss. we could have stayed strangers
An elbow comes around from the hand still holding the peach to his lips, Arsen spinning abruptly and aiming the blow somewhere in the head region of most people. As it turns out, the hero of the day is a wee bit taller than he is, so if the hit lands it'll be more like an elbow to the throat. Oops.
"Gettin' breakfast. What's it look like?" he wants to know, taking another bite out of the peach and letting the juice run down his chin. Stepping back a few feet, he wipes it away with the back of his forearm, looking Sunjata up and down as though the heavily scarred and tattooed man before him is something amusing.
"Careful you don't hurt yourself, old man," he drawls. "Don't want you to break a hip or nothin'. Stall looks better upside down anyways."
"Gettin' breakfast. What's it look like?" he wants to know, taking another bite out of the peach and letting the juice run down his chin. Stepping back a few feet, he wipes it away with the back of his forearm, looking Sunjata up and down as though the heavily scarred and tattooed man before him is something amusing.
"Careful you don't hurt yourself, old man," he drawls. "Don't want you to break a hip or nothin'. Stall looks better upside down anyways."
Arsen
