WHO: Kurt Wagner (kapitanblut) and Caiman (lacerta-ortus) WHAT: While exploring the city, Kurt decides to stop in for a bite. WHERE: The Hungry Bug WHEN: Day 11 (08/24)
"-Saix, are you gonna take that guy's order or what? Fucking hell, you're already handling five - SIX people?! Christ! Guess I really should get a second waiter or something..."
A sigh, and then some stomping over to the counter.
If some people here stood out, then they were nothing compared to the man who ran the place.
Caiman. Six foot six, around 290 pounds, and most notably, his, uh. Head.
A big yellow lizard of a head, with black cross tattoos on both eyes, attached right onto his body. Wearing a cooking apron, a white t-shirt, and loose jeans. Tried to dress for comfort.
"Point isn't whether or not you have an advantage, point is if you can teach it to them and make yourself some money.
"Your time here, interesting? - you're in a city with two mafia families..." And here's where Caiman lowered his voice a bit. "Of which, some from both family are in this store right now. We're a neutral zone. So, yeah. They're everywhere." And then back to normal. "And one of the highest crime rates. Yeah, it'll be interesting, that's for sure. Can't make any guarantees on whether it'll be the good kind of interesting."
"Indeed..." Kurt looked thoughtful for a moment, rolling Caiman's words over in his mind. Somewhere in his mullings of danger, of mafia families and crime rates, he went back to the books he used to read, the fantastic stories of pirates and danger and lives of adventure. A rather set smile touched his lips, a look of determination.
"-Saix, are you gonna take that guy's order or what? Fucking hell, you're already handling five - SIX people?! Christ! Guess I really should get a second waiter or something..."
A sigh, and then some stomping over to the counter.
If some people here stood out, then they were nothing compared to the man who ran the place.
Caiman. Six foot six, around 290 pounds, and most notably, his, uh. Head.
A big yellow lizard of a head, with black cross tattoos on both eyes, attached right onto his body. Wearing a cooking apron, a white t-shirt, and loose jeans. Tried to dress for comfort.
With zero hesitation, he spoke to the man.
"What can I get ya?"
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"Your time here, interesting? - you're in a city with two mafia families..." And here's where Caiman lowered his voice a bit. "Of which, some from both family are in this store right now. We're a neutral zone. So, yeah. They're everywhere." And then back to normal. "And one of the highest crime rates. Yeah, it'll be interesting, that's for sure. Can't make any guarantees on whether it'll be the good kind of interesting."
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"I may just like it here, all the same."
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