Cont’d from... @practicedswordsman “Aw, crap. Not this again!” He muttered to himself, rolling over onto his side to face the couch back. With fingers already threaded together behind his head, he pressed his arms around his ears, trying to deter the impending debate they’d had time and again about his poorer western habits. A topic he himself had unwittingly unlocked and wanted to stubbornly block out, but it was too late.  This was going to happen.