[ Bulat's been hanging around outside the door up until now, letting Banjou get the formalities out of the way and trying to pick up on just what kind of person (?) this Gentleman is. And stretching, just in case he needs to either run for it or fight. With how terrified Kimblee was at the trial, and how Banjou's been for the trip over here... If he has to fight, he wants to be ready for it. At this point, he wouldn't even mind an unarmed fight with a horrifying monster, at least he'd be doing something. ]
[ Cripes. He's never seen anything like that. It's... okay, this is fine, this is fine, he's going to keep his cool if it kills him, which is a definite possibility because keeping it cool means striding into the barn and past Banjou without skipping a beat. This is creepy and he does not give a fuck anymore, all out of fucks, fuck stand closed for the season because the fuck harvest is OVER. ]
You're the Gentleman, are you? As he said... let's talk. Let's talk about that Lady of yours.
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[ Cripes. He's never seen anything like that. It's... okay, this is fine, this is fine, he's going to keep his cool if it kills him, which is a definite possibility because keeping it cool means striding into the barn and past Banjou without skipping a beat. This is creepy and he does not give a fuck anymore, all out of fucks, fuck stand closed for the season because the fuck harvest is OVER. ]
You're the Gentleman, are you? As he said... let's talk. Let's talk about that Lady of yours.