i am the manager

[attr="class","castleonthehill"] He wasn’t particularly good with conflict. Yoshi still shriveled up at the thought of having to engage in any kind of conflict though physical confrontations were the worst. He didn’t flinch as easily when he was yelled at but the minute a fist was raised, or his clothes were grabbed he withered away on the spot. In fact, he was pretty sure he hired people specifically to deal with sore losers or drunkards. So when he heard yelling and banging on a claw machine as he headed to his office he was very much of the state of mind of ‘let ‘em deal with it’. But when he heard the machine being shaken he grew a little more concerned. It’d be bad for business if someone toppled over that much equipment on themselves, and those machines came with that sort of warning.

He’d read the warnings, or well instruction manuals. The few things he owned that were brand new anyway. Most of his stuff was refurbished and second hand. Stuff he’d cleaned up himself after fishing it out of whatever secondhand dump he’d scouted it in. He had a bit of pride in his work. After all, he’d had to pinch and scrape a lot to make the place seem more decent than its skeezy outward appearance might indicate. Yoshi had taken great pains to make sure anyone could come here even the rival gangs of the city. But he’d avoid thinking too heavily on that. As he stepped towards the claw machines he was already grimacing, eyebrows knit together in disapproval. He began to stand up straighter as he stared at the rowdy customer.

He loomed for a moment, gathering the fortitude to say his next words without stuttering. “There a problem here?” he asked. His words were clipped intentionally. IF he spoke too long he might start jumbling up his words and no one seemed confident, much less any type of authority, when all they could speak was word salad.