[ He's crouched down like the bancho he probably is, his pyroar lying on his side behind him. He never once turns away, eyes trained on Gundam as he speaks. But you'll have to give him a second to take a drag from his cigarette. Though he looks more than amused. ]
Aa... sorry about that. He's hotheaded like the rest of my boys.
[ And himself but he's trying to get through his anger issues. ]
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Aa... sorry about that. He's hotheaded like the rest of my boys.
[ And himself but he's trying to get through his anger issues. ]
He'll give ya a good fight, dontcha worry.