Taira gave the girls an entire run down of his plan, but it would be a lot longer before he could actually act.
The woman he'd been given was sitting up now, her face hidden behind the curtains of her dirty and oily dreadlocks.
Red eyes peered ominously behind them as if they were curious and slightly apprehensive.
Taira took a deep breath before coming to an immediate decision.
It should be well known by now that he does not do well with others, especially strangers.
But, no one goes through 50 years of marriage with the most compassionate women in this world without having it rubbed off on them just a bit.
Taira quickly forgot about his own comfort as he ran his hands though his hair and tried to be as kind as possible.
"...Speak."
"..!"
The woman immediately flinched and stepped back; Taira's tone coming off much too authoritative and demanding.
'..Shit!'
"I mean... Can you speak?"
