[When faced with the obnoxious customs of a foreigner - be that a lack of hygiene, or a mere handshake - it's most effective to extend his own. Not like an outstretched palm, but the tip of a blade.
The man takes the blow well.
Takasugi wonders if decorum will demand he drink the whole glass by the end of the exchange. He intends to linger long enough for an answer.]
People have said worse things about me. [A chuckle. Another drink.
Murderer. Terrorist. Traitor. A myriad of gallows-worthy "praise" from his friends and enemies alike. Maybe they wish he'd cope with his problems with more alcohol, rather than his usual methods.]
What about you? What's the worst you've been called? [Idle chatter, nothing more.]
no subject
The man takes the blow well.
Takasugi wonders if decorum will demand he drink the whole glass by the end of the exchange. He intends to linger long enough for an answer.]
People have said worse things about me. [A chuckle. Another drink.
Murderer. Terrorist. Traitor. A myriad of gallows-worthy "praise" from his friends and enemies alike. Maybe they wish he'd cope with his problems with more alcohol, rather than his usual methods.]
What about you? What's the worst you've been called? [Idle chatter, nothing more.]