originally posted in:The New Dojo
Q chuckled again and ended the handshake before it got awkward.
"I coulda sworn I already told ya. Anyhow, yeah, just that way." he said as he pointed.
"Pretty hard to miss. Usually smells of alchohol. Fairly strong stuff, or so I've heard." he says.
English
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"Hey, I coulda sworn I told you my name already, but guess we both forget things. And I doubt it's as strong as the shit Roman used to cook up." [b][i]He says laughing a bit, pausing a moment before he snapped out of a memory.[/i][/b] "Anyways, thanks for letting me kn."
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Q nodded. "Anytime. It was nice meeting ya." he said, smiling again as he began walking off toward what looked like an apartment complex in the far corner of a distant courtyard of the Dojo.
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[b][i]And with that the man headed to the bar. He damn well needed a drink to make sense of all this shit.[/i][/b]
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