Third person pov
???:please, just leave me alone and you won't get hurt
Boder walked closer and see what's happening and not being nosy. It was the same waitress/maid that got the food for them and some weird a$$ guy pinned them to the wall.
Bobot:sir just go or else.
The man:or else what?
Bobot:I'll cut you till you pass out.
The man:hmm, that sounds good.
Bobot got a knife out and slashed the man, the man hissed but grabbed the knife and stabbed Bobot's arm.
Bobot:$hi+!
The man:how's that for stab till you bleed?
Bobot:it's still a no, so back off before my brother comes and you don't wanna get bitten by him.
The man:what? That baby shark? Please, he useless. Now how bout-
Boder came behind with a death stare. And knock the man out cold. The body fell and Boder look up to Bobot. Bobot got a red a little and looked down. Boder kinda blush since the dress was still there and now nervous, great.
Bobot:thanks...I guess...
Boder:r...k?
Bobot:y-yeah....*hisss* darn it, ow
Boder:a-arm
Bobot:don't worry, it'll heal. I'm fine.
Boder putted his hands on Bobot's face.
Bobot:I-I'm fine, really.
Bobot look away facing down. He grabbed the knife from his hand and put it in the side pocket that he had and wrapped his hand in bandages that he had.
Bobot:I should probably get back to work
Boder:h-heal.
Bobot:I told you, it'll heal the day for me.
Boder stopped him by one of his four arms, Bobot look at him once more and sighed.
Bobot:*sighs* what are doing?
Boder:c-come, me?
Bobot:you..want me to come with you?
Boder:*nods instantly*
Bobot:but we just met.
Boder:👉🏻Ó3Ò👉🏻...... ///-//
Bobot:you....are you saying that "you can come to my place....if you don't mind.."
Boder:**sharp teeth grin*
Bobot:heheheh, alright. But just this once.
Boder:<3
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Singer, waiter
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