06-01-2009, 12:30 PM
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He observed her suspiciously, noting the succession of deep breaths. What was she doing? His nose twitched as he cautiously sniffed the air. There was nothing peculiar about it, so he brushed it off. Maybe she wasn’t used to the flowery smell of the Valley. He couldn’t care less at this point. If she wouldn’t have acted so stuck-up, then perhaps he would’ve taken the time to show her around. There was no way he was going to do that now. She repeated a command, and he only scoffed at her naivety. Unfortunately for her, Phoenix Valley already had an annoying pain in the ass. There was no room for two. She was standing on his turf.
He would, however, explain what karate was. He felt so generous that he’d even give her a demonstration. He’d read about martial arts in books, how trained black belts could break things in half. Although he’d never tried, Honoré only assumed that he could. Because he had a black leather belt at home. “Karate is very impressive art of-“ shit, what was it called again? Oh yeah. “Self-defense. I can break things, like your head.” he continued, adopting a ridiculous fighting stance. He was cool guy indeed. Why wasn’t she swooning over him yet? Maybe she was a little slow.
He observed her suspiciously, noting the succession of deep breaths. What was she doing? His nose twitched as he cautiously sniffed the air. There was nothing peculiar about it, so he brushed it off. Maybe she wasn’t used to the flowery smell of the Valley. He couldn’t care less at this point. If she wouldn’t have acted so stuck-up, then perhaps he would’ve taken the time to show her around. There was no way he was going to do that now. She repeated a command, and he only scoffed at her naivety. Unfortunately for her, Phoenix Valley already had an annoying pain in the ass. There was no room for two. She was standing on his turf.
He would, however, explain what karate was. He felt so generous that he’d even give her a demonstration. He’d read about martial arts in books, how trained black belts could break things in half. Although he’d never tried, Honoré only assumed that he could. Because he had a black leather belt at home. “Karate is very impressive art of-“ shit, what was it called again? Oh yeah. “Self-defense. I can break things, like your head.” he continued, adopting a ridiculous fighting stance. He was cool guy indeed. Why wasn’t she swooning over him yet? Maybe she was a little slow.