10-23-2017, 02:36 PM
As Matthew rogued the thug's weaponry, Stein took a moment to peer around. Live in a mansion? Kind of gaudy isn't it? Even as an A-class hero, he lived in an apartment, sharing the floor with the common masses. It was not his style to spend tons of money on high society, or to try and fit in with the elegant and rich types. It was a nice offer, and it was obvious this place needed a few more bodies to fill it... Sadly, Stein was not into this lifestyle.
With a polite shake of his head the hero said, "I think I'll pass. I'm probably just going to get an apartment on the second tier. People up there seem pretty nice, and shopping doesn't involve keeping my wallet up my ass for safe keeping." Third tier was not that bad, but it was not good either. Thus why he picked this tier to work with, it was a good starting region. "I can pop by now and then, but I like to keep my work and social life separate if possible. Ancient proverb says 'Don't eat where you shit,' you know?" That might not have been entirely accurate, but it worked.
After the vigilante stripped the criminal of his weapon, Stein repeated the previous process, dragging the wounded man to the door and rolling him out without kindness. It was not the easiest task, but he had cleaned up most of the garbage, right? That should count for something. "Sorry about all the mess. To be fair, they did most of it." Except the bloody footsteps. Every step he made came with a wet squish of his ruined sneakers.
With a polite shake of his head the hero said, "I think I'll pass. I'm probably just going to get an apartment on the second tier. People up there seem pretty nice, and shopping doesn't involve keeping my wallet up my ass for safe keeping." Third tier was not that bad, but it was not good either. Thus why he picked this tier to work with, it was a good starting region. "I can pop by now and then, but I like to keep my work and social life separate if possible. Ancient proverb says 'Don't eat where you shit,' you know?" That might not have been entirely accurate, but it worked.
After the vigilante stripped the criminal of his weapon, Stein repeated the previous process, dragging the wounded man to the door and rolling him out without kindness. It was not the easiest task, but he had cleaned up most of the garbage, right? That should count for something. "Sorry about all the mess. To be fair, they did most of it." Except the bloody footsteps. Every step he made came with a wet squish of his ruined sneakers.