[he may not have spiritual awareness but who couldn't feel that? It's enough to push his already tenuous temper over the edge. He flicks the ashes off his cigarette and replaces it in his mouth like it ain't no thang]
You want it? I'm not just going to let you take from me, like that. Those kind of table manners are beyond rude.
[a foot shifts into place, and his hands come out of his pockets] ...but then, I get the feeling you want a fight no matter what. I'm up for that.
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You want it? I'm not just going to let you take from me, like that. Those kind of table manners are beyond rude.
[a foot shifts into place, and his hands come out of his pockets] ...but then, I get the feeling you want a fight no matter what. I'm up for that.