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Mana“You new to Hargeon? How ‘bout and my lads show you ‘round these ‘ere parts?” The crooked tooth, booze breath, scruffily dressed, shirt wearing unshaven sailors had the audacity to dare approach Ichika and even speak to her. They had the audacity to not give her gifts. They had the audacity to approach without proper reverence. They had the audacity to defy the rules of engagement, a grave and intolerable breach of social conduct. Why had they done such a thing to a stranger fresh off the boat, having only disembarked mere moments ago? Easy: the lecherous gaze in their eyes revealed such an answer.
“I have no desire to be in the company of such ugly, ill-dressed, ill-mannered and foul smelling creatures such as yourself. Begone from my sight.” Ichika’s response was curt, delivered with a dripping tone of venom and disgust only those truly offended and disgusted in equal measure could muster. The sailors, all three of them, clearly did not appreciate such an unwarranted response to what they had considered a gesture of kindness. They stepped in, approaching Ichika and growing closer. They were close enough to be uncomfortably, forcing Ichika into a corner, stuck between the three sailors and a wall behind her.
“Oi. Listen ‘ere you jumped up snake. Me and my lads just wanna help you out and that be how ye talk to us? You better make this right you hear!” The sailor’s reply, delivered with spittle that splattered the Lamia’s face and anger that only further worsened her mood, made clear what his intentions were: He wanted something from Ichika. He may have presented it as simply expecting an apology or some other form of compensation for perceived offence on Ichika’s part but clearly, it had always been the plan.
“I have no desire to be in the company of such ugly, ill-dressed, ill-mannered and foul smelling creatures such as yourself. Begone from my sight.” Ichika’s response was curt, delivered with a dripping tone of venom and disgust only those truly offended and disgusted in equal measure could muster. The sailors, all three of them, clearly did not appreciate such an unwarranted response to what they had considered a gesture of kindness. They stepped in, approaching Ichika and growing closer. They were close enough to be uncomfortably, forcing Ichika into a corner, stuck between the three sailors and a wall behind her.
“Oi. Listen ‘ere you jumped up snake. Me and my lads just wanna help you out and that be how ye talk to us? You better make this right you hear!” The sailor’s reply, delivered with spittle that splattered the Lamia’s face and anger that only further worsened her mood, made clear what his intentions were: He wanted something from Ichika. He may have presented it as simply expecting an apology or some other form of compensation for perceived offence on Ichika’s part but clearly, it had always been the plan.
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