[The rest of April had been an interesting time for opinions on Mallory even if like every single one of those threads was still in process at this point. From settling into some sort of wary acceptance out of necessity, to being angry at him all over again, learning he apparently had some sort of sob story... Everything was just all over the board, but what remained was that he was still mad that the boxer kept punching people he cared about, and no amount of harsh backstory was going to change Emi's mind on that.
That didn't mean the blond wouldn't be surprised to see the older male sitting at his bar that evening.
The Boar's Nest wasn't the most brooding of bars, and Mallory seemed more like a brooder than a sportsfan. Then again, the constant buzz of noise was good when you didn't want to give your thoughts a chance to really form full depressing sentences. Which... given the way he was holding himself, Emi could only assume it was low thoughts on his mind. It was out of place with everything else Emi had come to know about him.
(Unless it had something to do with that.)
It wasn't like Emi actually cared. He didn't. Even still, it was almost... intriguing was close, though callous, and that led him to stand in front of Mallory's seat at the bar. That and the fact that, you know, getting the man a drink was his job.]
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even if like every single one of those threads was still in process at this point. From settling into some sort of wary acceptance out of necessity, to being angry at him all over again, learning he apparently had some sort of sob story... Everything was just all over the board, but what remained was that he was still mad that the boxer kept punching people he cared about, and no amount of harsh backstory was going to change Emi's mind on that.That didn't mean the blond wouldn't be surprised to see the older male sitting at his bar that evening.
The Boar's Nest wasn't the most brooding of bars, and Mallory seemed more like a brooder than a sportsfan. Then again, the constant buzz of noise was good when you didn't want to give your thoughts a chance to really form full depressing sentences. Which... given the way he was holding himself, Emi could only assume it was low thoughts on his mind. It was out of place with everything else Emi had come to know about him.
(Unless it had something to do with that.)
It wasn't like Emi actually cared. He didn't. Even still, it was almost... intriguing was close, though callous, and that led him to stand in front of Mallory's seat at the bar. That and the fact that, you know, getting the man a drink was his job.]
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