[She's absolutely going to invest in that obscenity. She needs in on the gambling scene here, she'll make another fortune with ease. These people are pathetic, obsessed with excess and wealth. She hates them, they're weak and disgusting. But they're easy prey. A fool and his money are soon parted. And Crocodile brought herself up to where she is on that saying.
She's still trying to fake polite to Rosinante. But it's hard for her. He's so rough. If he just came off of the sea, it makes sense, but in the end she really does like well groomed and handsome men. The glistening, muscular, maybe a decade younger than her type. The ones with money to blow and or skills worth having around.
But she keeps running into rough, stubbly, and often poor ones. It's a trend that she's not particularly pleased with.
He has no information. That he's being honest about, anyway. His looks are nagging at her too, his features are familiar. She swears it. She just can't put her finger on it, and it's make the whole situation more upsetting. She should just walk away now, and leave him to figure out things on his own.] Hmm.
[She takes another drag, and sighs. She's not drunk enough for any of this nonsense. Robin is far better for socializing with the common man. Or uncommon man. Either way.] The news is all wrong, the charts are off, the logs a mess. Just to name a few things. [That's to say nothing of the landmass issues, the struggle with even more dangerous animals, and robot sentinels in certain towns. It's a mess.] From what I've heard, the Marines are launching a mass investigation. They're not the only ones, though.
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Date: 2019-02-13 06:34 am (UTC)She's still trying to fake polite to Rosinante. But it's hard for her. He's so rough. If he just came off of the sea, it makes sense, but in the end she really does like well groomed and handsome men. The glistening, muscular, maybe a decade younger than her type. The ones with money to blow and or skills worth having around.
But she keeps running into rough, stubbly, and often poor ones. It's a trend that she's not particularly pleased with.
He has no information. That he's being honest about, anyway. His looks are nagging at her too, his features are familiar. She swears it. She just can't put her finger on it, and it's make the whole situation more upsetting. She should just walk away now, and leave him to figure out things on his own.] Hmm.
[She takes another drag, and sighs. She's not drunk enough for any of this nonsense. Robin is far better for socializing with the common man. Or uncommon man. Either way.] The news is all wrong, the charts are off, the logs a mess. Just to name a few things. [That's to say nothing of the landmass issues, the struggle with even more dangerous animals, and robot sentinels in certain towns. It's a mess.] From what I've heard, the Marines are launching a mass investigation. They're not the only ones, though.