[Sun makes a sound of acknowledgement regarding the grunts. He wouldn’t call them being horrible shits great, but he got that Guzma had different standards.
He glances back to level a stare at Guzma’s scissor threat. A sort of ‘you wouldn’t dare’, before giving him one last dismissive wave and settling again.]
Fine. But I gotta say, this service stinks! If you cut an ear off, I’ll have to go to your manager!
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[To him and Plumeria. For everyone else? Ehhhh...]
Anyway, I'm gonna start, so don't move. Unless you ain't mindin' losing an ear.
[With scissors in hand, he does two warning snips of the scissors in the air to emphasize his point.]
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[Sun makes a sound of acknowledgement regarding the grunts. He wouldn’t call them being horrible shits great, but he got that Guzma had different standards.
He glances back to level a stare at Guzma’s scissor threat. A sort of ‘you wouldn’t dare’, before giving him one last dismissive wave and settling again.]
Fine. But I gotta say, this service stinks! If you cut an ear off, I’ll have to go to your manager!
[It’s a poor joke, but whatever.]
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[He leans in, so his face is right next to Sun's own, glancing at him outta the corner of his eye.]
I am the manager. Tough shit, huh?
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Above the manager then!
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[Kid PLS.]
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