Jakob was irritated as hell.<br/><br/>And judging from the way the other pedestrians gave him such a wide berth as he walked down the street that afternoon, it obviously showed on his face. Or... it could have just been the fact that he was puffing on a cigarette.Or maybe the fact that he looked sort of like an anime villain with the trench coat and sword. There was really no way for him to tell, and truth be told, he didn't really care much one way or the other.<br/><br/>For a few weeks, he had been doing odd jobs for the so-called Freedom Knights to get by, but as he unfortunately found out that morning, they had inconveniently gotten themselves blown up by that idiot Pyrus. Meaning no more work, which meant no more food, no more smokes, and no more trips to the bar. Yes, Jakob was irritated as hell.<br/><br/>And hungry, for that matter, as his growling stomach had just decided to remind him. Which sucked, because he had blown the last of his cash at the bar the previous night. This, of course, meant that he would have to find more work. Which was difficult for him, because his skill set was rather limited. Well... not so much limited as mostly illegal.<br/><br/>He could have probably gone to another Freedom Knights safehouse and gotten more work from them, but honestly, he never paid enough attention to learn where any of the others were. He could ask around for info, but there was always the chance that that could bring unwanted attention.<br/><br/>"Damn it!" He stopped and unintentionally yelled, sending more random pedestrians scattering. "Stupid Pyrus! Stupid Keyrow! Damn, I hate this place!"<br/><br/>Realizing what he had just said, he quickly covered his mouth with one hand and examined the people around him. And upon noticing that he was getting some very unhappy glares from some very unhappy looking people, he decided to duck into the first building he came across. Which just happened to be an animal clinic of some sort.