Jun 20, 2019
@dolcetters
If there’s one thing to say about the Devil’s Nest, it’s that it’s at least pretty quick at disposing inhospitable guests. Kamakiri watches the man fly face first against the wall and into some inebriate coma with a faint air of satisfaction.
Yes, it saves him the trouble of getting involved when loose-lipped drunks being to sling particularly vile words about--he’s grateful for that.
He stands and blithely begins to gather the sad, splintered remains of a barstool. Placing the jumbled wooden fragments on the bar, Kamakiri dusts off his hands.
“...hm. It might make good kindling if you’re feeling optimistic.”
