[ Her expressions, too, don't seem to be particularly mirthful or finding hilarity in much of where they find themselves. It is just the laughter that seems to sneak out. Oh, well; everyone has their little quirks. ]
That's all right. How to best explain the yakuza? [ Soma pauses to look away from the fight to give her a bit of a cheeky smile. ] Organized crime syndicate that is supposed to be seeped in loyalty, honor, and brotherhood.
[ Yadda-yadda; he explains the general concept of it before feeling something wet splatter across his cheek.
He lifts his hand up to pull it away to see it is droplets of blood. Ah. Looks like one of the fists connected with the face -- blood and spittle sprayed everywhere and he ended up just on the end of that spray. Unfortunate. ]
Anyway... you said stationed. Like military? [ Using the handkerchief that he was sniffling in to clean his face, he carries on with the conversation. ]
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[ Her expressions, too, don't seem to be particularly mirthful or finding hilarity in much of where they find themselves. It is just the laughter that seems to sneak out. Oh, well; everyone has their little quirks. ]
That's all right. How to best explain the yakuza? [ Soma pauses to look away from the fight to give her a bit of a cheeky smile. ] Organized crime syndicate that is supposed to be seeped in loyalty, honor, and brotherhood.
[ Yadda-yadda; he explains the general concept of it before feeling something wet splatter across his cheek.
He lifts his hand up to pull it away to see it is droplets of blood. Ah. Looks like one of the fists connected with the face -- blood and spittle sprayed everywhere and he ended up just on the end of that spray. Unfortunate. ]
Anyway... you said stationed. Like military? [ Using the handkerchief that he was sniffling in to clean his face, he carries on with the conversation. ]