(( Sneaky Snakes )) [ So if a snake is trying to stealing from him or succeeded to slither up and steal something from anyone else, he grabs it without hesitation (what, it's not like he'll get blighted if he wears his gloves, right?) and drops it on the ground as he snatches back whatever may have been taken. A knife buries into it, though it's not like that'll have much of an effect on it, since it's a completely normal knife (though it's an old, battered and well-used wild west type of knife). The snake hisses, more angry than anything. ]
Ya gotta do better'n that.
[ Don't insult an old desperado with your petty tricks, snake. ]
(( Underwhelming Underwear )) [ He doesn't mind helping out, he really doesn't, he's been known to be very helpful despite being an outlaw, but still. There had to be some limits, right? ]
Though I ain't seein' why they gotta go complainin' since these underdrawers seem t'be a'working as they should, I ain't ever bin no salesman. I ain't gettin' why my help would be useful.
[ Look, he might have been a butcher during some periods in his life, but that's totally different. ]
(( Vividly Violet )) [ Shading his eyes with a hand and looking up at the sky with a cup of coffee in the other hand, he's sort of amazed. ]
I ain't never seen no sky like that afore. [ Not even in that peculiar new world he and Sundance ended up in between Bolivia and here. ] It's awful pretty.
(( Wonder Wall )) [ It's not really something he can help, that he's drawn towards the music. He's always had an interest (most cowboys he's met does, even if many can't play or sing at all) but it's clear that the music isn't too appreciated by others. ]
Mind lettin' this ol' cowboy give a try, lad?
[ He peers at the collage boy, who looks at him skeptically. Apparently, Butch doesn't look like he's much with an instrument, in his opinion. Eventually the boy does relent though, but says that he can only play one song because he's sure he can do it soon. (He does look like a cowboy though, even if it's not like there usually are any cowboys in Japan.)
But he is good though, and he has a clear, strong singing voice and is experienced with the guitar, as he plays and sings a song familiar to him, but perhaps not very familiar to most other people around this area.
Once the song is over the boy instantly wants the guitar back, and Butch hands it to him but points out. ]
Though ya might've a good idee goin' on there, it might best be you take it a little easier on them strings. You wouldn't wanna give 'em too much of the good right off now would ya? They might tire if y'do.
[ The boy doesn't seem to be convinced of this approach. ]
Butch Cassidy | Drifters | God
[ So if a snake is trying to stealing from him or succeeded to slither up and steal something from anyone else, he grabs it without hesitation (what, it's not like he'll get blighted if he wears his gloves, right?) and drops it on the ground as he snatches back whatever may have been taken. A knife buries into it, though it's not like that'll have much of an effect on it, since it's a completely normal knife (though it's an old, battered and well-used wild west type of knife). The snake hisses, more angry than anything. ]
Ya gotta do better'n that.
[ Don't insult an old desperado with your petty tricks, snake. ]
(( Underwhelming Underwear ))
[ He doesn't mind helping out, he really doesn't, he's been known to be very helpful despite being an outlaw, but still. There had to be some limits, right? ]
Though I ain't seein' why they gotta go complainin' since these underdrawers seem t'be a'working as they should, I ain't ever bin no salesman. I ain't gettin' why my help would be useful.
[ Look, he might have been a butcher during some periods in his life, but that's totally different. ]
(( Vividly Violet ))
[ Shading his eyes with a hand and looking up at the sky with a cup of coffee in the other hand, he's sort of amazed. ]
I ain't never seen no sky like that afore. [ Not even in that peculiar new world he and Sundance ended up in between Bolivia and here. ] It's awful pretty.
(( Wonder Wall ))
[ It's not really something he can help, that he's drawn towards the music. He's always had an interest (most cowboys he's met does, even if many can't play or sing at all) but it's clear that the music isn't too appreciated by others. ]
Mind lettin' this ol' cowboy give a try, lad?
[ He peers at the collage boy, who looks at him skeptically. Apparently, Butch doesn't look like he's much with an instrument, in his opinion. Eventually the boy does relent though, but says that he can only play one song because he's sure he can do it soon. (He does look like a cowboy though, even if it's not like there usually are any cowboys in Japan.)
But he is good though, and he has a clear, strong singing voice and is experienced with the guitar, as he plays and sings a song familiar to him, but perhaps not very familiar to most other people around this area.
Once the song is over the boy instantly wants the guitar back, and Butch hands it to him but points out. ]
Though ya might've a good idee goin' on there, it might best be you take it a little easier on them strings. You wouldn't wanna give 'em too much of the good right off now would ya? They might tire if y'do.
[ The boy doesn't seem to be convinced of this approach. ]