Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. Vague as his answer is, there's little else to do but acquiesce to the man's invitation. Somehow, he's managed to be more than an acquaintance, though Takasugi hardly enjoys his company. Solomon is nothing but a blemish on an otherwise picturesque scene, like piss in the snow.
Takasugi's never given the pristine a second glance.
Except to break it down. Wherever Solomon inevitably invites him to, he'll endeavor to make it a worse experience than dont wake the sweaty daddy their sojourn into this musky gambling parlor.]
Aa. [He turns away, getting back to his 'mahjong' with a sip from his drink. The second cup he offers to the man at his left (the man who plays before him).
Almost an hour passes before he joins Solomon at the door, his smile just as placid as the one he'd worn when they'd entered.] If I was running this place, I'd have kicked you out by now.
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Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. Vague as his answer is, there's little else to do but acquiesce to the man's invitation. Somehow, he's managed to be more than an acquaintance, though Takasugi hardly enjoys his company. Solomon is nothing but a blemish on an otherwise picturesque scene, like piss in the snow.
Takasugi's never given the pristine a second glance.
Except to break it down. Wherever Solomon inevitably invites him to, he'll endeavor to make it a worse experience than
dont wake the sweaty daddytheir sojourn into this musky gambling parlor.]Aa. [He turns away, getting back to his 'mahjong' with a sip from his drink. The second cup he offers to the man at his left (the man who plays before him).
Almost an hour passes before he joins Solomon at the door, his smile just as placid as the one he'd worn when they'd entered.] If I was running this place, I'd have kicked you out by now.