@foxiams : “ daddy ~ ” she practically sin-songs. after all, how could she miss a chance to sow chaos like so? paying for entertainment seemed logical.
𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 crawling it's way down his back or something else entirely, but regardless the words have the merchant's spine going ramrod straight. the normal lazy regard of forest green eyes split wide - and he looks down at the foxian - really looks, as if trying to assess the probability of having a child running around somewhere that he didn't know about.
...sampo finds the stakes a little too high for his liking.
he clears his throat, a hand fluttering over his chest then in typical, rose-tinted flourish.
" you know the deal, ma'am. " comes his bell-clear tones, pleasant in the moonlight hour. that hand extends out to her then. " simple pleasures aren't free. pay up, and don't forget the 12% tax. i'm not running a charity. "
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