[He stumbles a little. He hadn’t expected such an honest answer from the other. It throws him off and he blinks in surprise.
The praise wraps around him and sinks into his skin like a warm blanket. He mentally shakes it off. This is not the time.
Still, he takes a moment to steady his walk and think about Nanami’s words. He had been doing this so long that it was just part of his routine practically. It was the only way he could get money as a teen living off the streets and the money was good enough to keep going. Wriothesley was just another sad story of an abandoned kid who had to claw himself out of a barrel to survive.
He isn’t even sure if he got out of the barrel, but that’s something to mull about in his shower.
The raven-haired man sighs.] Damn, I didn’t think you’d butter me up so much like this. You’ll make a guy blush.
[He absentmindedly runs his hand through messy hair as he considers how to answer.] It’s just routine to me by now. I’ve been doing this since I was a kid. [It sounds terrible, but things were even more Wild West at that time than it was now. They took just about anyone and it was only through time that some regulations were put in. It wasn’t a lot, but it’s a lot better now, he thinks.
He couldn’t complain either because it got him onto his feet without needing anyone.] That’s it. It’s nothing about satisfaction, even if I do like the exhilaration of a fight. It’s just a means to pay my meals and rent. [A shrug.]
The matches are fun enough, and I have ways to blow off steam if I’m really desperate. [He isn’t going to say what that is though.]
Honestly, I’m still a little confused. I want to know why you seem to care. Or at least, have your interest piqued about me.
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The praise wraps around him and sinks into his skin like a warm blanket. He mentally shakes it off. This is not the time.
Still, he takes a moment to steady his walk and think about Nanami’s words. He had been doing this so long that it was just part of his routine practically. It was the only way he could get money as a teen living off the streets and the money was good enough to keep going. Wriothesley was just another sad story of an abandoned kid who had to claw himself out of a barrel to survive.
He isn’t even sure if he got out of the barrel, but that’s something to mull about in his shower.
The raven-haired man sighs.] Damn, I didn’t think you’d butter me up so much like this. You’ll make a guy blush.
[He absentmindedly runs his hand through messy hair as he considers how to answer.] It’s just routine to me by now. I’ve been doing this since I was a kid. [It sounds terrible, but things were even more Wild West at that time than it was now. They took just about anyone and it was only through time that some regulations were put in. It wasn’t a lot, but it’s a lot better now, he thinks.
He couldn’t complain either because it got him onto his feet without needing anyone.] That’s it. It’s nothing about satisfaction, even if I do like the exhilaration of a fight. It’s just a means to pay my meals and rent. [A shrug.]
The matches are fun enough, and I have ways to blow off steam if I’m really desperate. [He isn’t going to say what that is though.]
Honestly, I’m still a little confused. I want to know why you seem to care. Or at least, have your interest piqued about me.