There was a silence in the room for a moment, and a look of utter bewilderment on the man's face. Then there was a sound.
"Eh" "Eh"ed the man, "It's just a bloody umbrella" said the man. Parasol said the woman. Shut up. replied the man, annoyed.
The man taking a step back slightly intimidated, right onto the cloaked figure. He staggered and tripped backwards. "What the hell are you doing!?" he yelled, slightly angered. "Goddammit.."
Now about my parasol.. said haughtily the lady. It is a weapon only if you make me angry. Though then who is the weapon then, the parasol or myself?
She laughed a little to her self before sighing. The man before him... such an adult in complex, though his actions were like that of a foreigner; an alien in human form; a child.
Perhaps you had better sit down. I'll let you have a look at it if you want. Said the lady.
She gestured to the table, inviting the man to sit down.
