Yang Xiao LongWoah woah woah woah! Slow down, slow down! He knew it, she was trying to come onto him! Playing the innocent bird and getting him all soft and bothered, only to strike when he let his guard down. Good grief, why were all the cute ones always so difficult, and what was up with a question like this out of the blue anyways!? The more he thought about it, the more he was starting to turn red around the ears.
I want lotsa money!
I want cute girls to massage my feet!
I want to drink and party and karaoke all day!
I want to laze around and get fed grapes for doing that!
I want to be famous!
I want to live 100 years AND have all my daughters pay a visit when I'm on my hospital bed!
I want that super rare Rock n Roll vynil disc!
I want one of those Angel district whatsitsface girls to smooch me all over on the cheeks!
"I'm a simple man! If it's in this world, I sure as hell want it! I sure-"
As he said that, an image from long ago flashed in his mind. Lights surrounding him and his opponent, the cheers of thousands... and the kick that sealed the end of his dream.
I wanna be number one.
"Heh, I mean... not much." His eyes suddenly turned a bit darker, and he looked away for a second. There was death in his gaze. No, rather, those were the eyes of someone who had died once. "Besides, trash like me has no business wanting anything fancy. If something is worth coveting-"
He clenched his fist and pointed it to the sky, raised against the moon.
"Then get it with your own damn hands. If you can't even do that much, then that dream is nothing more than wishful thinking. Useless trash that'll just drag you down."