as far as shitholes at the end of the universe with weird rules, arbitrary caste systems and a penchant for kidnapping people from every walk of every life goes, he's actually seen worse. been worse. done worse, certainly, and that's without even mentioning all the shit he got up to at that one gambling den on some planet whose name was never important enough to engrave itself in his memory.
so he wanders around. strikes up conversations here and there, wherever people will talk to those of 'low ranks' (excuse them, what the fuck actually? in the realm of freaky sex bullshit he should be a king. it's terrifically insulting actually can he speak to the manager or does he need the haircut first haha asking for a friend...?) and mostly just sucking dick for cigarettes which is far from the least degrading thing he's done on a tuesday.
(or whatever day it is)
and now? now he's just wandering around not entirely like a feral cat scoping out a new territory. curiosity mingles with a complete lack of self preservation, and maybe that's the thing that steers him into the locker room. and, at the visible and immediate hostility from its sole current occupant: ）
Fuck, man, I don't think anybody's got that kind of time.
（ it's said in an easy drawl and accompanied by a broad wink as he flicks ash carelessly from the end of his cigarette in an elegant, practiced gesture. ）
But if I could boil it down to like, one thing, right now? Goddamn, make it a Big Mac.
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as far as shitholes at the end of the universe with weird rules, arbitrary caste systems and a penchant for kidnapping people from every walk of every life goes, he's actually seen worse. been worse. done worse, certainly, and that's without even mentioning all the shit he got up to at that one gambling den on some planet whose name was never important enough to engrave itself in his memory.
so he wanders around. strikes up conversations here and there, wherever people will talk to those of 'low ranks' (excuse them, what the fuck actually? in the realm of freaky sex bullshit he should be a king. it's terrifically insulting actually can he speak to the manager or does he need the haircut first haha asking for a friend...?) and mostly just sucking dick for cigarettes which is far from the least degrading thing he's done on a tuesday.
(or whatever day it is)
and now? now he's just wandering around not entirely like a feral cat scoping out a new territory. curiosity mingles with a complete lack of self preservation, and maybe that's the thing that steers him into the locker room. and, at the visible and immediate hostility from its sole current occupant: ）
Fuck, man, I don't think anybody's got that kind of time.
（ it's said in an easy drawl and accompanied by a broad wink as he flicks ash carelessly from the end of his cigarette in an elegant, practiced gesture. ）
But if I could boil it down to like, one thing, right now? Goddamn, make it a Big Mac.