[Oops. It seemed like he went a little too far with the heckling for a greeting. Maybe the guy didn't recognize him. Or maybe he didn't pick up on the nuances of Majima's tone. Or, most likely, Majima came off too strong. He looked like a thug, spoke like a thug. Kansai dialect didn't actually come out in this world and even if it had not everyone understood those ways. Very rude sounding culture.
Unfortunately for Jaskier, Majima didn't know when to stop putting his foot into his mouth. His facial expression turned into a forced smile that looked exceedingly feral, the light in his eyes appearing menacing rather than amused. Which he was amused. To the point he kept playing the "game" he had started.]
What's that make ya then? A slut of musical talents? A troubadour for hire? A minstrel of ministrations?
[He regretted the words before they were even out of his mouth. But there was no taking them back now, and he wasn't apologizing. C'est la vie. Forwards and onwards. Hopefully this would be entertaining.]
no worries. sadly my computer died recently so this (phone) tag is gonna suck
Unfortunately for Jaskier, Majima didn't know when to stop putting his foot into his mouth. His facial expression turned into a forced smile that looked exceedingly feral, the light in his eyes appearing menacing rather than amused. Which he was amused. To the point he kept playing the "game" he had started.]
What's that make ya then? A slut of musical talents? A troubadour for hire? A minstrel of ministrations?
[He regretted the words before they were even out of his mouth. But there was no taking them back now, and he wasn't apologizing. C'est la vie. Forwards and onwards. Hopefully this would be entertaining.]