[ Fushimi sits down, easing himself into the chair a little hesitantly, because his leg is liable to give out on him when he least expects it, and lowering himself into a chair is more strenuous than he would ever have thought, before he was injured. ]
What is it you're supposed to teach me...?
[ He guesses Dextera could be a fighter? He doesn't really know. ]
We don't really have anything to drink, or I'd get you something.
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What is it you're supposed to teach me...?
[ He guesses Dextera could be a fighter? He doesn't really know. ]
We don't really have anything to drink, or I'd get you something.
[ This is. Awkward. How do you social? ]