[ god now i want these tacos again. but it's true the food at the party was good, but it's better to have something filling now. ]
I like them. I'm still kind of holding reservations for some things, but it seems like Ox is a good person just doing their best with the situation. Can't really blame them when they've been in this situation longer than us.
[ he has a muzzle he has extra taco storage space. ]
Repairs? [ laughing ] I've worked a lot of jobs ever since I was younger. Got fired a lot, sure, but it meant I could learn a bunch of different trades.
[ you turn into silly string and can murder people and espionage that's cooler ]
... yeah, sure. [ a huff, and he sets his plate down between them as he carefully wipes his hand clean on an errant napkin. ]
Last job before I joined Lee's Detective Agency, years ago now, I was fired because I threw out a batch of goods my boss had ordered. He tore me a new one for it, but... they were dangerous, and Lungmen's got a few mafia families running around its streets. Boss didn't care if they got ahold of them as long as he got paid.
... my dad used to work for him, too, when he was still alive. Uncle Li didn't really care - said that he deserved to be broke, and I deserved to be out on the street because I was just like he was.
It was a lot of that across all kinds of jobs. They say in Lungmen that you have to be clever and "flexible" to get by these days. And I was never flexible enough, for them, until Mr. Lee took me in.
[ she's just listening, eating quietly while she does and taking it all in. something in her kind of curdles as she hears about his uncle, the kind of bullshit he's said. she looses her appetite just a bit, letting the plate sit in her lap as she kind of just
leans a little against his arm. ]
You've really been through it, huh?
And honestly... I don't know much about you, man, we've only known each other for a little while... but I'd say if anything you'd be making your old man proud considering the kind of person you've become.
[ she lifts her chin a little. ]
Sounds like you just had to find the right fit... the more I hear about this Lee guy, the more I like him.
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I like them. I'm still kind of holding reservations for some things, but it seems like Ox is a good person just doing their best with the situation. Can't really blame them when they've been in this situation longer than us.
[ he has a muzzle he has extra taco storage space. ]
Repairs? [ laughing ] I've worked a lot of jobs ever since I was younger. Got fired a lot, sure, but it meant I could learn a bunch of different trades.
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Sounds like a buncha good experience to me.
... Can I ask why you got fired a lot?
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... yeah, sure. [ a huff, and he sets his plate down between them as he carefully wipes his hand clean on an errant napkin. ]
Last job before I joined Lee's Detective Agency, years ago now, I was fired because I threw out a batch of goods my boss had ordered. He tore me a new one for it, but... they were dangerous, and Lungmen's got a few mafia families running around its streets. Boss didn't care if they got ahold of them as long as he got paid.
... my dad used to work for him, too, when he was still alive. Uncle Li didn't really care - said that he deserved to be broke, and I deserved to be out on the street because I was just like he was.
It was a lot of that across all kinds of jobs. They say in Lungmen that you have to be clever and "flexible" to get by these days. And I was never flexible enough, for them, until Mr. Lee took me in.
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leans a little against his arm. ]
You've really been through it, huh?
And honestly... I don't know much about you, man, we've only known each other for a little while... but I'd say if anything you'd be making your old man proud considering the kind of person you've become.
[ she lifts her chin a little. ]
Sounds like you just had to find the right fit... the more I hear about this Lee guy, the more I like him.