>>24881545For being such a damn chatterbox, Midoro's been surprisingly quiet this whole time, not really saying much while you and the boney councilman engage in 'grown-up talk'. You think you can venture a guess as to why:
You've actually told him your entire life story already (your REAL life story) as a ticket to earning his trust.Those amazing tales you spoke of to him a half-hour ago in no way correlate to the false as fuck story you're sticking behind now—the bland existence of a man waist deep in economics. Midoro is bamboozled by your sneaky tactics, but thankfully chooses not to call you out on it, supposing that there might actually be a good reason for you fibbing to his father (or -you fibbing to him-, cause you know he's not sure which story's the real one yet). You'll have to make certain to clear this up with him once Garakaw exits the room.
Midoro's something of a grubby eater too, and it shows.
Garakaw, still wholly oblivious to the charade, runs a hand across his Thick Club (a special bone capable of doubling his Attack power, you don't want to be on the other side of that). "Hrmm....."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=porYn-KizEQ"Mr. Calemson..." he begins, tone dropping to something a little more ominous.
This sounds like it's going to be heavy. You down a shot of that sparkling Fiji water before answering. "Uh..? Yeah?"
"If given the choice..." he continues.
"would you die for the sake of your town?"A) "Yeah, sure, why not m8? I've done worse."
B) "Sure, what color do you want? I can do anything but green."
C) "Die.... Hard?"
D) "Depends. Are there some people who would want to kill me?"
E) "What? No way! I have too much to live for, all my... economics!"
