[The man chokes on the bun, taking a moment to swallow it before he can speak (and maybe breathe) again. Okay, maybe he overreacted a bit, but she can't blame him! That was a dumb thing to ask!]
Just like that? I told you I travel a lot. [And, well, he destroys the army's branches wherever he goes, killing everyone in sight. Kind of hard to think about romance when you live a life like his.] ... Don't look at me like this.
[Ragna doesn't like pity; it annoys him when people show it to him, like he's some sort of stray dog in need of a home...]
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[The man chokes on the bun, taking a moment to swallow it before he can speak (and maybe breathe) again. Okay, maybe he overreacted a bit, but she can't blame him! That was a dumb thing to ask!]
Just like that? I told you I travel a lot. [And, well, he destroys the army's branches wherever he goes, killing everyone in sight. Kind of hard to think about romance when you live a life like his.] ... Don't look at me like this.
[Ragna doesn't like pity; it annoys him when people show it to him, like he's some sort of stray dog in need of a home...]