[Solomon is the Rooms Worst Cheerleader. Throughout Takasugi's tournament, he's only offering a few disinterested glances -- checking in from afar, making sure he hasn't passed out or vomited on the game. It isn't as though he spends his whole time idle by the door; he finds a char eventually, orders a couple of drinks that are only slightly below standard. The bartender even proves to be sociable for Wyver trash.
It feels like far longer than an hour, but Takasugi approaches him sooner than that. He offers him a look of feigned unexpectedness. Oh, so you remembered.........]
It's fortunate you aren't, then.
[Says the guy whose wanted nothing but to leave asap.]
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It feels like far longer than an hour, but Takasugi approaches him sooner than that. He offers him a look of feigned unexpectedness. Oh, so you remembered.........]
It's fortunate you aren't, then.
[Says the guy whose wanted nothing but to leave asap.]
Did you finally lose?