Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190327223159/@comment-5583506-20190328155418

Shanks wasn't one to hold on etiquette. He grabbed what he could in the kitchen. A piece of brahim steak that he dug into with his bare teeth, tearing into it as tendons and sinews snapped from the force. A bottle of beer, or at least what he believed to be beer. He flipped open the cap on his lower set of teeth and poured to content down into his gaping jaws, either not noticing or ignoring the fact that almost half of the liquid poured out on the side of his chops, and onto his trenchcoat.

He then let out a guttural exasperated gasp and looked over at Willy, curious as to why a man like him was present. He came of to Shanks as someone with the unobtrusive nature of a church mouse.

"So why are you here?" he asked, looking around for another bottle. "The others I get, but you?" He shook his head. "Unless you mean to tell me that you are secretly the greatest killer there ever was or will be, and that this ..." He motioned with a clawed hand to Willy's figure. "... that this is just some sort of ploy. Make people feel safe and comfortable in your company. Make them feel like you are their friend, before you viciously maim them. Is that your game?"