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mon_dieu Antoine D'Coolette was a grown man, damn it. He had his own checking account and everything. So why was he still being bullied like he was in high school?
"Do you need those ears cleaned? I said gimmie your wallet, frenchie."
Probably because he was being threatened by three burly men twice his size. Plus the last time he tried carrying around his fencing sword for protection the cops pulled him over. So this was his life, apparently. He was going to die a poor, weak, virgin. Why did life hate him? Wasn't there someone, anyone who could provide a saving grace?
"Z-zere ees barely anything een zere! Eef you... gentleman... could just let me on my way..."
Nope, diplomacy wouldn't work here, as evidenced by the burliest of the men grabbing Antoine by the collar and trying to lift him up. But no one in this group heard the rumbles of a distant motorcycle.
"Do you need those ears cleaned? I said gimmie your wallet, frenchie."
Probably because he was being threatened by three burly men twice his size. Plus the last time he tried carrying around his fencing sword for protection the cops pulled him over. So this was his life, apparently. He was going to die a poor, weak, virgin. Why did life hate him? Wasn't there someone, anyone who could provide a saving grace?
"Z-zere ees barely anything een zere! Eef you... gentleman... could just let me on my way..."
Nope, diplomacy wouldn't work here, as evidenced by the burliest of the men grabbing Antoine by the collar and trying to lift him up. But no one in this group heard the rumbles of a distant motorcycle.
