Evening.
"Name."
"Mousse Deneil... Ow!" Dorne's lips twitched, bruised and swollen.
"Age."
"Forty-six."
"Occupation."
"..."
A short day.
In jail twice.
Dorne wanted to cry, when he said he'd return, he didn't mean here. God, did you misunderstand something? It's truly a disaster from the sky while walking on the street, who did I offend?
Afternoon.
Exhausted from wandering around.
He was about to find a place to eat.
Unexpectedly.
He accidentally bumped into a big guy, and inexplicably, the other guy's wallet dropped to the ground. Without a word, he gave him a slap that made Dorne lose his bearings, his head spinning.
Then.
It was a thorough beating.
While beating.
The man cursed.
"Thief."
"Robber."
"Dare to steal from me."
"Bastard."
"..."
That initial slap completely dazed Dorne, afterward he was thoroughly beaten, while onlookers cheered and clicked photos. Finally, a patrolling officer came and the man stopped.
Then.
The man had a round of 'slander.'
