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“Oof--!”
Now granted, this whole situation was pretty sudden, and anybody in their right mind would be preoccupied with thoughts of “how did I get here”, “why am I here” and, most importantly, “when do I get to leave”, but if you were to ask the young Volnutt, that wouldn’t be an excuse to loose one’s sense of consideration.
So, traipsing smack into a stranger who’d been passing by the opposite way on the sidewalk? He was feeling pretty guilty about that right about now.
As Rock stumbles to maintain his footing, his attention is called to the sound of something loudly clattering to the ground. Peering over his shoulder, he sees the victim of his carelessness-- an imitation sword, a katana by the looks, clearly carved out of wood.
“Oh, jeez...! S- Sorry about that!” Plucking up the wooden katana off the ground, he brushed it off some, before turning towards its owner. “I think that this...is...”
Rock’s voice trailed off as he finally got a good look at the stranger he’d almost bowled over.
Well, hello there, Bola.
Rock had encountered his share of people who wore their feelings on their sleeve, the Bonne Family were prime offenders in that regard and Juno was a close second, but rarely did he come across the type who radiated general wanton contempt.
“...Right. Er, as I was saying,” A bit hesitant to do so, now, Rock offers back the wooden replica, “this would be yours, wouldn’t it?”