[ it was the last time he drank anything imported from fishman island; he didn't regain feeling in his tongue for a day and a half.
well, it'd been worth a shot. either benny was bullshitting him, or it was some hole in the wall he wasn't familiar with - either way, it was nothing helpful. this was exactly why he stuck to the parts where he got to hit people, rather than talking. ]
Could be.
[ the hands resting on his sword shifted slightly to the side, some small outlet for the tense energy that pulled taut across his shoulders. still no sign of the power coming back up, and still no real answers.
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[ it was the last time he drank anything imported from fishman island; he didn't regain feeling in his tongue for a day and a half.
well, it'd been worth a shot. either benny was bullshitting him, or it was some hole in the wall he wasn't familiar with - either way, it was nothing helpful. this was exactly why he stuck to the parts where he got to hit people, rather than talking. ]
Could be.
[ the hands resting on his sword shifted slightly to the side, some small outlet for the tense energy that pulled taut across his shoulders. still no sign of the power coming back up, and still no real answers.
... still no snack. fucking vending machine. ]
Too much effort to not have some kind of plan.