[ He tunes out most of Ace's nonsense with the ease of long practice, though the sudden shift in tone does earn a quick glance back in the man's direction. So he'd gotten the same kind of welcome party, hm? Part of him wants to ask exactly what kind of a god lets himself get taken down that easily, but then Michinaga would have to answer the same question. His own bruises might be a little more faded thanks to whatever weird sped-up healing is still rolling around in his system, but he probably doesn't look any better off. ]
As if we're not going to go get our shit back eventually.
[ It's not a question. Whatever else he and Ace are, when they're pointed in the same direction they're a force to be reckoned with.
Maybe the idea of them having a common enemy again makes him feel indulgent as he waves a hand towards the giant snake. ]
You got any ideas, then? [ One of them is the planner here, and it's not Buffa. ]
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As if we're not going to go get our shit back eventually.
[ It's not a question. Whatever else he and Ace are, when they're pointed in the same direction they're a force to be reckoned with.
Maybe the idea of them having a common enemy again makes him feel indulgent as he waves a hand towards the giant snake. ]
You got any ideas, then? [ One of them is the planner here, and it's not Buffa. ]