[Those are just noisy southside gangsters to Ain, yeah. He literally has no opinion here other than that. Those are the people he expects to see more often than not, based on what his mom's said to him in the past. There are degenerates there. They sin in the streets, dressed in skimpy attire and showing skin. They're loud and worship Satan and kill each other just for fun.
There are too many normal people. He's seen maybe three people do something bad since he's started popping over here, and two of those groups were on his first day at the market. The others are next to him, and they're not hurting anybody. They're simply... loud.
Ain must look confused when they drive off. No one can see his expression or the way his brow scrunches, wondering why they whooped and hollered like that. Were they just making noise because they could?
But eventually, they stop, and Ain makes to take the helmet off and pass it over to Wolfwood to put away. He has hella helmet hair. He knows he does, because the static inside the helmet zaps him briefly, and he runs his hands through his curls to try to rearrange them in some other way.]
...are you going to laugh if I say no? It's like ice cream, isn't it?
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Date: 2024-02-08 11:49 pm (UTC)There are too many normal people. He's seen maybe three people do something bad since he's started popping over here, and two of those groups were on his first day at the market. The others are next to him, and they're not hurting anybody. They're simply... loud.
Ain must look confused when they drive off. No one can see his expression or the way his brow scrunches, wondering why they whooped and hollered like that. Were they just making noise because they could?
But eventually, they stop, and Ain makes to take the helmet off and pass it over to Wolfwood to put away. He has hella helmet hair. He knows he does, because the static inside the helmet zaps him briefly, and he runs his hands through his curls to try to rearrange them in some other way.]
...are you going to laugh if I say no? It's like ice cream, isn't it?