Hector doesn't mind, either. The dog-ear guy is busy with his drink, and so is he. As Eustace refuses to give his name, his awful naming sense kicks in. So many nicknames begin to churn in his head, and by the gods, he'll find something to call him by the time they part. Because he has a feeling they most certainly will see one another again.
He takes another swig from his bottle, staring blankly out the window of the izakaya. And after a considerable length of silence, he speaks up, interrupting Eustace's likely blissful silence. ]
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Hector doesn't mind, either. The dog-ear guy is busy with his drink, and so is he. As Eustace refuses to give his name, his awful naming sense kicks in. So many nicknames begin to churn in his head, and by the gods, he'll find something to call him by the time they part. Because he has a feeling they most certainly will see one another again.
He takes another swig from his bottle, staring blankly out the window of the izakaya. And after a considerable length of silence, he speaks up, interrupting Eustace's likely blissful silence. ]
So... Some weather we've been having, huh?