Owen doesn’t make much noise besides a soft “oof” as his back hits the ground, and he’s dazed enough by the impact that he just. Lays there for a moment.
This is so insulting… Why is he so weak right now… (Not that he’d ever have a chance at hand-to-hand combat, ever, but still.)]
[He'll have a hand out for Owen if he needs it while getting himself to his feet, though he will not be surprised if Owen completely ignores it.]
Maybe. Or maybe I was just lucky. 'M not exactly operating at my best around here or anything.
Sweet ones, right? 'ts kinda late in the year for it, but...
[He'll nod a short distance ahead, where a booth has been set up with a small variety of dango skewers. Most of it's savory, but there are several that have the spring-centric tri coloring.]
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Owen doesn’t make much noise besides a soft “oof” as his back hits the ground, and he’s dazed enough by the impact that he just. Lays there for a moment.
This is so insulting… Why is he so weak right now… (Not that he’d ever have a chance at hand-to-hand combat, ever, but still.)]
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I'm not gonna kill you. Doesn't matter if I can, or if you think you deserve it, or whatever. So quit talkin' about stuff like that.
[His eyes soften slightly.]
Do you want food or not?
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You could quite easily, it seems.
[He's going to stand up, dusting himself off. His eyes narrow at Otegine for a moment, before his face eases to something more neutral.]
Yes. I do. I want to try this... "dango", still.
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Maybe. Or maybe I was just lucky. 'M not exactly operating at my best around here or anything.
Sweet ones, right? 'ts kinda late in the year for it, but...
[He'll nod a short distance ahead, where a booth has been set up with a small variety of dango skewers. Most of it's savory, but there are several that have the spring-centric tri coloring.]
Go ahead. Pick whatever looks good.