[It's a damn shame he isn't really capable of knocking back a good drink, anymore. After a week like this one, he really could use it. (Or two, or...however many it would take, to take the edge off of it.) Dragon attacks, evacs. A few less friendly faces up here. Boxer's not necessarily talented in the matter of easing up around people very quickly. Considering the common ground and all, though...Sandra had been somewhat of a special case.
So he's. Y'know. In the neighborhood, when he hears Richie extolling the lady's virtues to the echoing halls of stasis. Paces up behind him with the long, gently glowing blade of the Transistor perched against a shoulder as usual. The man, at least, is a sight for sore eyes. Hiya Rich.
Mildly, by way of announcing himself—]
Didn't peg you for the type to kiss and tell.
[That's considered pretty impolite, back where he's from. (No wonder, then, that the telling was followed up with the assessment of her backhand.)]
C, someone's got to do it.
So he's. Y'know. In the neighborhood, when he hears Richie extolling the lady's virtues to the echoing halls of stasis. Paces up behind him with the long, gently glowing blade of the Transistor perched against a shoulder as usual. The man, at least, is a sight for sore eyes. Hiya Rich.
Mildly, by way of announcing himself—]
Didn't peg you for the type to kiss and tell.
[That's considered pretty impolite, back where he's from. (No wonder, then, that the telling was followed up with the assessment of her backhand.)]