[WHY DID EVERYONE KEEP-- no, he knew exactly why. He'd fought people over even dumber shit before. He sighed and pressed his fist against the bar counter.]
I'm sorry about hitting you, alright? [Even if he technically apologized when it happened!] Shit, I get it already...
[The gears in Emi's head turned in swift motions. It'd been a suspicion after talking to Chou about the incident, since there weren't many people that Emi could imagine actually caring about trying to keep things a secret about being in a different body. The suspicion had just been a vague one though, there hadn't been any reason to jump to conclusions.
The blond paused in his wiping motions, leaning his hand on the bar.]
I didn't say you were going to fight anyone. I just meant no one is going to have a problem with you just coming in for a drink.
[Ah. He was the one assuming the worst. Of course... Really, if it were him he'd have a problem with having to serve the guy who hit him.
He pressed his hand to his face and rubbed it upward, smoothing his hair out of his face, which only fell back into place once he turned his attention to his empty glass instead.]
[It wouldn't have been the first time Emi had to serve someone who'd hit him. He couldn't realistically say it would be the last time either. There was a time and a place for making a fuss, and now wasn't it.
(And honestly it didn't really matter if it was him bearing the punches.)
Satisfied enough by the change in Mal's demeanor, Emi gave him a curt nod and eased back from the bar.]
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It was just the closest place when I felt like a drink. These seats reserved for sports fans?
[It wasn't that crowded...]
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No. The facilities are for everyone.
[He shrugged, turning away to wipe down the area.]
Observing how they are being used is part of my job. No one's going to fight you about it.
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[WHY DID EVERYONE KEEP-- no, he knew exactly why. He'd fought people over even dumber shit before. He sighed and pressed his fist against the bar counter.]
I'm sorry about hitting you, alright? [Even if he technically apologized when it happened!] Shit, I get it already...
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[The gears in Emi's head turned in swift motions. It'd been a suspicion after talking to Chou about the incident, since there weren't many people that Emi could imagine actually caring about trying to keep things a secret about being in a different body. The suspicion had just been a vague one though, there hadn't been any reason to jump to conclusions.
The blond paused in his wiping motions, leaning his hand on the bar.]
I didn't say you were going to fight anyone. I just meant no one is going to have a problem with you just coming in for a drink.
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[Ah. He was the one assuming the worst. Of course... Really, if it were him he'd have a problem with having to serve the guy who hit him.
He pressed his hand to his face and rubbed it upward, smoothing his hair out of his face, which only fell back into place once he turned his attention to his empty glass instead.]
I'll take one more, then.
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(And honestly it didn't really matter if it was him bearing the punches.)
Satisfied enough by the change in Mal's demeanor, Emi gave him a curt nod and eased back from the bar.]
Same kind?