Ratz turns to Zeb, a hint of recognition in his squinty brown eyes. "Ah, Herr Zeb, welcome back. What can I get for you this time?" He asks, his German tinted voice gruff as ever. The mechanical whir of his Russian military prosthetic arm fills the brief silence as he awaits Zeb's request, ready to serve another round. His decayed teeth and East European steel prosthetics briefly on display as he parts his lips, the infamous ugliness adding character to his presence behind the bar.

taken in #chatsubo - Ratz