Chapter 159 Afternoon Workout!
Crisga Jamon's Island: A little Shack on a hill
Shining bright in the room now as the lights have been shut on by Rint, tossing and turning a smidge still with his eyes remaining closed trying to get a few extra minutes of rest. Feeling over stimulated with all the lights on, breaking his slumber, scratching the top of his white and blue streaked puffy manbun, peeling his eyes open slightly as he stares up at the ceiling, yawning and scratching his belly as his body leans up in the hammock.
Yawning once again for a second time, stretching out his upper torso, the puffy manbun man says in a dazed manner, who turned on all these lights? My men know not to disturb nap time for me. Turning his head slowly toward the door as he removes the sleep dust from his eyes, feeling another body in the room, the manbun man catches the presence of Rint standing dead center in the shack, with no sense of feeling threatened at all, the manbun man says, oh you're a new face. What are you doing here?
Instantly turning his gold hand into a gun, with his face firm as a stone pillar, Rint says in a no formalities type of tone, before I answer that, are you Crisga Jamon from the 8 Deadly Guns? Perking up his left brow, inching a little half smirk on his white and blue chin curtain face, staring at Rint now with his restless squinty red and green eyes with the number five etched into his pupils, the manbun man says as he bends down leaning slightly over his hammock to grab a tall thermos off the floor, indeed I am. And let me guess you're here to take my life, yes?
Opening his left hand in and out with anticipation as he watches Crisga drink, responding back rather quickly with an answer, Rint says with a boldness rushing out of his voice, yes, I am. Taking one more swig of his drink as he keeps his gaze fixed on a tensed up Rint, putting down his thermos on his right side in the hammock, positioning his legs out of the hanging wobbly net, Crisga says in an outspoken and carefree manner, figures you would say something like that, a lot of people tell me that same song and dance all the time. Since I work for Zorga the Demon and what not. But out of all the hitmen, hunters, some government officials and just in general some randos, the vibe you give me.... uh can I get your name...uh. Blurting out with his patience wearing thin, Rint says, Rint.
Standing up now from his hammock, wearing a bright orange and red long sleeve with the shirt ripped open revealing his well-honed muscular scarred body, fixing the positioning of his crouch in his slim black and purple cowboy pants, continuing his dialogue, Crisga says, Rint gotcha, as I was saying you give me the vibe that you're not going to die so easily like all the rest that have tried to....you know fight me. So, since I can feel your killing intent oozing out, ready to Duke it out.
Folding his left arm back behind him as he grabs the handle of a dark blue Colt 45, casually talking once more, Crisga says, you ready to be my afternoon workout buddy?
End of Chapter 159