Largo was not having a good month.
First, he'd accidentally cut off a woman's top.
Secondly, he'd been propositioned by the local perverts group to become their new leader, despite Zidane and Sten's protests.
Thirdly, women were now avoiding him in the hallways.
And now, they were making him fight a dog.
Not something to further his goals in life.
Not something to improve the world in a more shallow way.
Just beating a dog to death.
Could his honor be insulted more?
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"You know, Largo, it's even less honorable to lose to a dog." Legretta noted calmly.
"...If I didn't know you better, I'd swear you came here just to mock me." Largo said sternly, staring at Legretta's back as she looked out Largo's hopital room window.
A sound suspiciously like a giggle was heard, from Legretta's direction.
Must have been the birds.
The "birds" that had been in the Duelling League perhaps a little too long.
If you don't think a few seasons isn't too long, you haven't been here long enough.
