Then we have a deal. [1/2]
"I beg your pardon?"
[Do you not understand English? Let me join Hellsend. You can make me wash socks or whatever. Let me and my friend join, no strings attached, and {Day by Day} is yours.]
"..."
Should I be surprised at this point? I mean, the promo was supposed to attract people. But it was not my style to have them just join me out of the blue. If anything, I wanted to see what I had to work with.
Appearance may be shallow to judge a man, but it remained the best indicator of one's lifestyle or profession. I didn't care if they were rich or well dressed. The things I wanted to look for were their figure, the calluses on their hands, and if they had a thousand-yard stare.
A man's height was an indication of genes and nutrition. This would allow a person to understand things about a person's background just from their height. Most of which the person had no control over.