[ Byerly desperately - desperately wants to shrug and move on. Maybe, ta-ta! But this son-of-a-bitch is going to continue on like this, isn't he, and he's going to piss off the crowd and get himself torn to pieces. And he's - Oh, for fuck's sake, is he blind?
Who cares if he's blind? I should just leave stupidity to sort itself out...But - no. With reluctance that would be visible if certain people could see, By turns and plants his feet and tries to figure out what he needs to say to get this fool to shut up. ]
Quite right. I'm more of a lover than I am a fighter. Speaking of which - [ He's maybe overplaying the flirtation in his voice just a bit. ] What's your name?
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Who cares if he's blind? I should just leave stupidity to sort itself out...But - no. With reluctance that would be visible if certain people could see, By turns and plants his feet and tries to figure out what he needs to say to get this fool to shut up. ]
Quite right. I'm more of a lover than I am a fighter. Speaking of which - [ He's maybe overplaying the flirtation in his voice just a bit. ] What's your name?