“Awwh c’mon. I haven’ eaten in errrr…”
He counts the days on his five working fingers, then holds up two.
“That many weeks!”
Weeks.
“Errr, times three!”
Times three.
“I said zap off! Or, you can stay, your choice,” Kota says raising her bat. “Do not tease me, I have been looking for a good time.”
Just give him one, so he can leave. We got plenty.
But—
Just one
Tch, fine.
Kota tosses him a can.
“A-ah! A su’en change of heart? T-thank yoouuuu.”
The man runs off, with a skip.
> *Sit back down*