The Puppet isn't a particularly large or burly or intimidating guy, but he likes to think he carries himself with a unique kind of purposefulness that makes him hard to stand up to. Or so he thought, before he entered the same room as someone who holy god who carries around a freaking sword, holy shit.
"What the hell." He finds himself less concerned with the blatant refusal and more concerned with the fact that this guy could easily kebab him if he so chose. The Puppet's carrying nothing more than a camera, where does this clown get off carting a damn sword around? "Jesus, dude, is the weapon really necessary? Who's gonna jump you, the barkeep?"
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"What the hell." He finds himself less concerned with the blatant refusal and more concerned with the fact that this guy could easily kebab him if he so chose. The Puppet's carrying nothing more than a camera, where does this clown get off carting a damn sword around? "Jesus, dude, is the weapon really necessary? Who's gonna jump you, the barkeep?"