[It doesn't take much encouragement for Takasugi to step aside - he doesn't want to be caught up in Solomon's beef with the swamp turd. His feet stick in the muck, audible wetness to his step as he moves away and lets his hand fall limp to his side.
He'd come to investigate, and quickly found a distraction.
Something more interesting than an errant shaman to shake down.]
I came here to find a monster.
[And by that count, he's successful.
Maybe once Solomon has flushed the log, so to speak, Takasugi will ask him why he's out here, getting dirty and disemboweled.
Or maybe he'll be satisfied with his own imagined answers - that the man isn't as composed as his demeanor suggests; a beast with fangs to sharpen.]
when can he fuck the monster
He'd come to investigate, and quickly found a distraction.
Something more interesting than an errant shaman to shake down.]
I came here to find a monster.
[And by that count, he's successful.
Maybe once Solomon has flushed the log, so to speak, Takasugi will ask him why he's out here, getting dirty and disemboweled.
Or maybe he'll be satisfied with his own imagined answers - that the man isn't as composed as his demeanor suggests; a beast with fangs to sharpen.]