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[notthewineglass]

[You might notice a distinct lack of shark in the mall as of late. There is likely a reason behind this, and that would likely because he appears to be in another little shop stocking various types of alcoholic beverages on the shelves and into coolers. In fact, it seems that he's decided to open his own liquor shop

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[swingswallow]

Should I throw it at you?

{He's joking, of course. He's not stupid enough to compete in that arena even if his arm is probably even better.}

[swingswallow]

{Standing there trying to figure it out. He runs through what he can see of the fight in his memory and frowns. It was cloudy around the edges as though the shadow hadn't bothered to record everything he saw.}

I don't...

[notthewineglass]

". . Then fuck off and don't show your damned face to me until you figure out what it is!"

[He's going to turn his back to you now, as if completely ignoring your presence. He seems thoroughly pissed. . .and maybe that was a reasonable amount of disgust aimed towards you in his words.]

". . .'Che."

[swingswallow]

{He's just going to step outside the store and sit on the ground with his back against the wall running over and over what he could see to try and figure it out.}

[notthewineglass]

[After a few moments he glances out the window with a slight frown before just taking a seat behind the cash register with a sigh.]