ext_201947 ([identity profile] heavens-too-far.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2006-01-21 08:54 pm (UTC)

To Riku

Dias' hope that moving away from the line of people would prevent his having to deal with any of them was in vain. Someone ran into him - a rather short someone, which for Dias accounted for about 80% of the population in any given area - and bounced off like a spitball. Dias might look slim, but he was as solid as a rock.

He eyed the person - it was the boy from earlier, the silver-haired one he'd observed being trailed by the naked strange little monster-lookalike. And apparently he had no manners whatsoever.

Before the boy could walk on, Dias detached his sword - sheath and all - from his belt and held it out in the boy's path like a tollgate, angled downwards to prevent him from simply ducking under it. "I'm not sure of the customs here," he said, in a calm but uncompromising voice, "but where I'm from, people apologize after running in to someone." His eyes had narrowed slightly, but as far as expression changes went, that was all. The rudeness annoyed him more than the actual being walked into had.

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