Streets Near the Rocky Bits, Thursday Morning
Atton was quickly starting to learn there was nothing more damning than taking a stroll around here. There he was, barely out of the gates, minding his own business on his way down Loon Drive-- bars weren't open yet, but he could grab some of that pizza stuff-- when out of nowhere, a goat appeared and sank its teeth deeply into Atton's fanny pack the pouch on his belt.
"What the--"
The goat tugged it off his belt and began gnawing on it.
"Give that back, you oversized mynock!" he snapped, reaching for it and giving it a tug. The goat... didn't let go. In fact, it tugged harder.
"You stupid--" Atton made a pissed-off sound in the back of his throat and lashed out with the full extent of his Echani training-- which, okay, he'd cop later might have been a little overkill, but the stupid thing was trying to take his fanny pack pouch-- and punched it straight in the forehead.
His pouch promptly dropped to the ground.
"Huh," he said. "Well, what do you know. Guess--"
Another goat leaped off the Rocky Bits and promptly scooped up his pouch.
"Can't a guy go on a damn walk anymore?!"
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"What the--"
The goat tugged it off his belt and began gnawing on it.
"Give that back, you oversized mynock!" he snapped, reaching for it and giving it a tug. The goat... didn't let go. In fact, it tugged harder.
"You stupid--" Atton made a pissed-off sound in the back of his throat and lashed out with the full extent of his Echani training-- which, okay, he'd cop later might have been a little overkill, but the stupid thing was trying to take his fanny pack pouch-- and punched it straight in the forehead.
His pouch promptly dropped to the ground.
"Huh," he said. "Well, what do you know. Guess--"
Another goat leaped off the Rocky Bits and promptly scooped up his pouch.
"Can't a guy go on a damn walk anymore?!"
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