[ L.L is already sitting on a sofa in the suite, feet crossed on the table before him so as not to bump his horns, looking as regal as one can get in a t-shirt and speedos. There's no need to ruin any of better clothes with the blood.
He's made the decision to let the joke go, irritating as it was to be teased like that. The man coming is about to mutilate him and it behoves L.L not to give him a reason to keep chopping.
He inclines his head in greeting ]
Good afternoon, Squalo. Forgive me for not standing to greet you; my feet have been altered to uselessness.
[ He gestures, offering the man a seat at his left side. At his right a pair of crutches are lain over the couch. ]
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He's made the decision to let the joke go, irritating as it was to be teased like that. The man coming is about to mutilate him and it behoves L.L not to give him a reason to keep chopping.
He inclines his head in greeting ]
Good afternoon, Squalo. Forgive me for not standing to greet you; my feet have been altered to uselessness.
[ He gestures, offering the man a seat at his left side. At his right a pair of crutches are lain over the couch. ]