[That earns a short, unfelt bark of a laugh. Just a quick exhalation of amusement with a tint of voice to it, lost amidst the chatter of spectators and the clink of glasses and the rattling of chain link fence.]
Knowledge? Of what? How to beat the shit outta someone?
[His lips are twisted up like it's something funny, but when he finally tears his eyes away from the fighters glaring and spitting at each other, the man is staring right at him, and seems serious as could be. And so the facade of mirth fades away, and his brows furrow, as though still not understanding the point.
Maybe this guy is an undercover cop. A really, really shitty one.]
Nah. Ain't like there was a meet an' greet before it all. Why?
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Knowledge? Of what? How to beat the shit outta someone?
[His lips are twisted up like it's something funny, but when he finally tears his eyes away from the fighters glaring and spitting at each other, the man is staring right at him, and seems serious as could be. And so the facade of mirth fades away, and his brows furrow, as though still not understanding the point.
Maybe this guy is an undercover cop. A really, really shitty one.]
Nah. Ain't like there was a meet an' greet before it all. Why?