What? No! I was hoping that you would convince him, not insult him.
[ He should have known better than to just trust in Matoba's sense of subtlety. He rubs at the bridge of his nose, sighing. They could switch out the stall's design on their own, certainly, and Kim is not above it, but his preference is always for people to cooperate willingly.
It also feels a little silly to be making this big of a fuss over something as simple as a bad colour palette, but when Kim commits, he has a hard time backtracking on that decision. ]
Never mind. Let me try. [ He clears his throat. ] Excuse me. Sir? Sir?
[ The shopkeeper keeps ranting and, to his credit, Kim simply stands there and tolerates it, a pillar of stoicism in the face of an impressive amount of spittle showering his face and spectacles. He does, however, pause to pull an embroidered handkerchief out of his pocket and clean his glasses.
Eventually the shopkeeper runs out of steam, huffing and puffing like he just ran a uniform, and Kim raises a brow at him. ]
Khm. Sir, if I may? There is a colour scheme that complements the parade coming through. Every other stall in the vicinity has abided by this. If you do not, I don't doubt that there will be trouble -- and as my colleague pointed out, your business will suffer for it. It is a simple change, and a temporary one. After the parade, you are free to decorate however you see fit.
[ He glances over at Matoba, though it's unclear whether he's appealing for him to keep his trap shut or to back him up on this one. ]
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[ He should have known better than to just trust in Matoba's sense of subtlety. He rubs at the bridge of his nose, sighing. They could switch out the stall's design on their own, certainly, and Kim is not above it, but his preference is always for people to cooperate willingly.
It also feels a little silly to be making this big of a fuss over something as simple as a bad colour palette, but when Kim commits, he has a hard time backtracking on that decision. ]
Never mind. Let me try. [ He clears his throat. ] Excuse me. Sir? Sir?
[ The shopkeeper keeps ranting and, to his credit, Kim simply stands there and tolerates it, a pillar of stoicism in the face of an impressive amount of spittle showering his face and spectacles. He does, however, pause to pull an embroidered handkerchief out of his pocket and clean his glasses.
Eventually the shopkeeper runs out of steam, huffing and puffing like he just ran a uniform, and Kim raises a brow at him. ]
Khm. Sir, if I may? There is a colour scheme that complements the parade coming through. Every other stall in the vicinity has abided by this. If you do not, I don't doubt that there will be trouble -- and as my colleague pointed out, your business will suffer for it. It is a simple change, and a temporary one. After the parade, you are free to decorate however you see fit.
[ He glances over at Matoba, though it's unclear whether he's appealing for him to keep his trap shut or to back him up on this one. ]