[ Drawled as he just steps up. He may as well familiarise himself with the building's layout anyway, maybe someone will show up dead in the puppy play pen. ]
Do you like anything? I don't think I've ever seen you not complain.
Even though we spoke so little? Feel like assumptions are being made about me that aren't fair.
[ Though he really isn't surprised if he does anyway, sometimes he is annoying on purpose also. There is no fluctuation in his emotions, he is clearly not actually bothered. ]
What do I gotta do to be graced with the better side then, huh?
The more tails a fox has, the more powerful they are. Nine is the most any fox can have. I keep mine concealed so that humans don't get it into their head to try and kill me. [not that it has stopped them from trying anyway]
Sounds like you must be a pretty impressive guy, then. Though I dunno about you telling me that so freely if you think it's something that could get you hunted and killed.
[ Rang your life. He's casually lighting up a cigarette while they talk. ]
Tracked him down myself, actually. Needed his help and insight on something, and lucky me finally found him in a quaint little town. He's a pretty damn good gunman, too.
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