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[We interrupt your daily restful time for Asellus in "An Argument with a Native over The Price of Fruit".]
--joking, right? That much for just a bag of tangerines? I could go out there and pick 'em for less! And they'd be riper! Look at this-- these bruises? Come on, can't you push it down just a little?
[The angle's weird, as if coming up from her hip, but it's not hard to see her irritation; she's not getting on well with the fruit vendor, clearly. Even he looks irritated, because this odd-looking Scorched-- green hair, what's with that?-- is bickering with him like a fishwife. It's hard to hear what he's saying, but his rumbly voice is definitely Not Happy. She doesn't budge, though.]
What do you mean, that's a set price? I just saw you sell the same thing to that woman ten minutes ago for three-quarters the price! Just because she's--
[She sees she's not getting anywhere with this, and sighs. There's a long pause-- and if you're particularly observant, you might see her eyes narrow, just a little bit. She's considering something-- and she promptly rejects whatever it was.] Fine. This is highway robbery, and I'll definitely be telling my friends how you've treated me. But here.
[She shoves a bag towards him, muttering to herself, and takes her bag of tangerines a bit savagely, gathering up her things with a huff. As she starts walking away, she notices her Forge blinking.
Lovely. Ah, well. Might as well make the most of it.]
Are the people here normally so discriminatory? Those of us who aren't natives are no different from them, aren't we? We deserve the same consideration as anyone else.
[Ah, idealism, thy name is Asellus!]
--joking, right? That much for just a bag of tangerines? I could go out there and pick 'em for less! And they'd be riper! Look at this-- these bruises? Come on, can't you push it down just a little?
[The angle's weird, as if coming up from her hip, but it's not hard to see her irritation; she's not getting on well with the fruit vendor, clearly. Even he looks irritated, because this odd-looking Scorched-- green hair, what's with that?-- is bickering with him like a fishwife. It's hard to hear what he's saying, but his rumbly voice is definitely Not Happy. She doesn't budge, though.]
What do you mean, that's a set price? I just saw you sell the same thing to that woman ten minutes ago for three-quarters the price! Just because she's--
[She sees she's not getting anywhere with this, and sighs. There's a long pause-- and if you're particularly observant, you might see her eyes narrow, just a little bit. She's considering something-- and she promptly rejects whatever it was.] Fine. This is highway robbery, and I'll definitely be telling my friends how you've treated me. But here.
[She shoves a bag towards him, muttering to herself, and takes her bag of tangerines a bit savagely, gathering up her things with a huff. As she starts walking away, she notices her Forge blinking.
Lovely. Ah, well. Might as well make the most of it.]
Are the people here normally so discriminatory? Those of us who aren't natives are no different from them, aren't we? We deserve the same consideration as anyone else.
[Ah, idealism, thy name is Asellus!]