Well. The thief probably had diseases. When Kuja took the length of fabric back he balled it in his hands and flung it into the reservoir, relishing the splash and an odd look or two from some men who noticed it flying through the air. Their stares became warier after a moment, perhaps because they'd seen his companion lay that unfortunate young man out flat.
"I believe you have some admirers," he observed, grinning, but when he turned that toothy, heavy-lidded smile on them they decided it might be a good idea to hurry on their way lest they be perceived as looking for trouble as well. "Oh, never mind. Can't imagine what spooked them."
The bar was small but, like the rest of the bourgeois quarter, dramatic. It overflowed with gold and dark marble and tall, arched windows provided a view of the lamp-lit streets and the glimmering water not far away. It toed the line between extravagance and ridiculousness, managing, somehow, to come out on the side of the former.
Kuja's manner of dress fit right in here. Maria's bow did not, and although the bartender was too polite to say anything, he did look a bit nervous when he saw it. "Can I help you?" he asked instead, eyeing the weapon.
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Date: 2010-03-12 09:31 pm (UTC)Well. The thief probably had diseases. When Kuja took the length of fabric back he balled it in his hands and flung it into the reservoir, relishing the splash and an odd look or two from some men who noticed it flying through the air. Their stares became warier after a moment, perhaps because they'd seen his companion lay that unfortunate young man out flat.
"I believe you have some admirers," he observed, grinning, but when he turned that toothy, heavy-lidded smile on them they decided it might be a good idea to hurry on their way lest they be perceived as looking for trouble as well. "Oh, never mind. Can't imagine what spooked them."
The bar was small but, like the rest of the bourgeois quarter, dramatic. It overflowed with gold and dark marble and tall, arched windows provided a view of the lamp-lit streets and the glimmering water not far away. It toed the line between extravagance and ridiculousness, managing, somehow, to come out on the side of the former.
Kuja's manner of dress fit right in here. Maria's bow did not, and although the bartender was too polite to say anything, he did look a bit nervous when he saw it. "Can I help you?" he asked instead, eyeing the weapon.