Breakfast Run May 15, 2019 6:26:10 GMT -6
Post by Nero on May 15, 2019 6:26:10 GMT -6
|| Nero’s PL: 17 ||
Nero wasn’t super hung up on the whole thing with people just dismissing him when he was ready to go for a spar or something. He was self assured and confident enough to go about his day and not constantly think about it. “Yeah, for real. Honestly, those kinds of people have already lost in a way. Especially if they’re out there proper showing off, thinking they won’t get dunked for it.” he groaned, matching Zhalla’s aggressive hiss somewhat. “Pfft, I’m rusty but I’m not that rusty. I’ll stay standing for ten seconds at least.” Now that’s the Saiyan self confidence he was meaning to show. “You’re not getting any less.” Nero added with a smirk of his own.
It was understandable that Zhalla was quite wise regarding the potential of children given the experiences Nero thus far knew about. “Huh. Yeah, you’re right.” Thinking about it, Pankaa had a lot of potential now. He could go absolutely anywhere, especially if he was properly educated and nurtured. The little guy was still pretty clever, Nero had high hopes for the boy. “He’ll do great things. I’ll make sure of it.” Now, Nero was showing a different form of confidence in his smile. Not inward confidence, rather outward confidence. He had great pride in Pankaa, and it showed.
Zhalla cared quite a bit for her property, especially concerning the bike and related accessories— in a strange way Nero noticed the underlying subtle passion she displayed. “O-oh, nah, sorry. I didn’t mean for you to literally toss it. Just a goofy figure of speech.” Nero chuckled, patiently holding out a hand for the helmet, and upon receiving it he promptly put it on. “Ready to roll.” Nero safely situated himself on the bike behind Zhalla, holding his arms around her so as to not fall off, he also held onto the food at the same time, keeping it within view for the both of them, so everything was easily accounted for.