[ Alberto's eyes are fixed to the weapons on Sasuke's hip, wide at first — cool — then cocking his brow as the sight registers, before narrowing his eyes and letting a soft scowl sink in, skeptical and offended-looking. ]
...What's that for?
[ He has his own bag on his hip, a simple pale canvas hobo-style tote bag crossed over his chest. Inside he has the fishing net he'd promised, Sofia's lead and collar she'd come on, a blanket, some rope, a stick of salami, and a whole ass fish. But no weapons. He's not used to people carrying around weapons. Well, harpoons, but that's for work in a fishing village... No swords and shuriken in Alberto's life til showing up in this place. He doesn't know anyone who keeps weapons on them at all times. So his natural assumption is then... ]
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...What's that for?
[ He has his own bag on his hip, a simple pale canvas hobo-style tote bag crossed over his chest. Inside he has the fishing net he'd promised, Sofia's lead and collar she'd come on, a blanket, some rope, a stick of salami, and a whole ass fish. But no weapons. He's not used to people carrying around weapons. Well, harpoons, but that's for work in a fishing village... No swords and shuriken in Alberto's life til showing up in this place. He doesn't know anyone who keeps weapons on them at all times. So his natural assumption is then... ]
You're not gonna hurt Sofia, are you?