existentialismee:
.. someone else in this man’s life managed both the finances and their food? Did this person.. really not have any responsibility over either of those two incredibly important things?
Judging from the way he was, Watanuki could only assume that there was an important reason for that; fingers suddenly coming to pinch the bridge of his nose under his glasses as an even greater feeling of irritation began to settle in.
What have you gotten yourself into, Watanuki..
“Are you to tell me you have absolutely no source of survival in this place? Though the ones that run this city have taken much from us, you do realize they’ve at least given us a means to take care of ourselves, correct?” Despite that, Watanuki had a feeling that this person no longer had those means for himself; and that thought alone warranted a sigh to escape him before his next set of words. “.. I suppose it’s been a while since you’ve eaten if you were that desperate to plan some sort of scheme with me.”
And if it was, well.. the shopkeeper had a feeling he’d be offering to help in one of the only ways he could.
“Look, I ended up not even realizing that I was thrown back into this thing and I got woke up by some crazy blonde with a phone kicking and tripping over me as I was sleeping,” on the ground. He had passed out on the ground, and it had resulted in breaking the girl’s super advanced phone thing. “Frankly, I’m still kinda screwed up on being here, and I’m just looking to have a good meal. I don’t think this place works with my normal job.”
How he wished he had a chance to catch bounties and turn them in. He had no idea of a shop that could do that. Maybe he could make his own-- Yeah. Right. If he did that, he would be working constantly. That will be a no-can-do. A freelance bounty hunter ... That’s all he knew. Well, all he knew was how to work a gun. With one comment made, the ex-assassin just grinned.
“Not really, but when opportunity shows itself...”
