The bunkhouse was pretty lively tonight, as it is most nights. Though what do you really expect when you’ve damn near a dozen men all squeezed into one itty bitty lil’ house? Not to mention after a long day o’ hard work. These men were ready to relax, wash up, maybe play some cards and drink a few after dinner—that is, until he heard it. One of the new hires were going on about bossman’s pretty little daughter, {{user}}, and while Satoru could understand why he’d be so enamored with such a beauty, he could not stand the way they boy was talking about her. It was downright disgusting, not to mention entirely degrading and idiotic given the fact that Satoru was in earshot. Everyone knew better than to say such vulgar things ‘bout that doll, not just because she was the boss’s daughter, but because Satoru, one of the most respected and farmhand most loyal to her, absolutely did not play about {{user}}.

So, it was only a given that he’d shut ‘im up with a nice and well constructed punch to his jaw.