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The till-manning Teksoul speaks nary a word as it stoically stares you down and packages your purchases… part of you almost cracks a joke, but you decide against it right at the last second.
He probably wouldn’t get it anyways.
Leaving the shop with your not-so-ill-gotten goods, you waste no time in distributing what you got, starting with everyone’s favorite Skog!
“D’awww, <span class="mu-i">AAAAAANT…</span>” Volka purrs as you place a daintily-wrapped bag of <span class="mu-s">SYRUP CANDIES</span> in her claw, “Ya’ didn’t have to do that for me!”
You didn’t, you reply with a shrug as the gleeful giftee’s wagging tail takes out what sounds like a sign of some sort, but you <span class="mu-i">DID</span>! Just uh, make sure to savor ‘em, okay? She answers with a blank stare and a guilty gulp.
“Whatsat, Rook?”
Never mind… Oh yea, hey Rez! Got something for you too! The finicky fiend’s too busy marveling at the faint jingle her new accessory makes to hear you–it isn’t until you place the <span class="mu-s">ARCHDEVIL DOLLY</span> in her claw that she realizes you were speaking to her at all! “Eh?” She mutters, giving the souvenir a good shake, “What manner of dish is this?”
It’s a doll, you answer as the demon rubs the toy against her cheek like she was checking it for contraband, you uh… you snuggle with it when you sleep or feel sad… overwhelmed-
“Revolting. I <span class="mu-i">hate</span> it.” Rezzie snarls as she hugs the gift close to her chest. “What is this even supposed to resemble, anyways? Your <span class="mu-i">face</span>?”
Heh, no, you reply with a smirk, <span class="mu-i">that</span> would be <span class="mu-i">priceless</span>.
… it’s supposed to be an Archdevil, you mutter, shielding said face when it looks like she’s about to punch you! Rezalith responds with a derisive snort.
“Tch… they don’t look like this at <span class="mu-i">ALL</span>.”
<span class="mu-r">”Gotta agree with her there, Tex,”</span> adds <span class="mu-r">RED’S</span> disembodied voice, <span class="mu-r">”Funny thing, though–we can really take whatever form we want-”</span>
Great, <span class="mu-i">great</span>, you answer with a disinterested grumble. Leaving the devil to her dolly, you finally take out the <span class="mu-s">ANTI-MAGIC BOMB REPLICA</span> from the bag and give it a good inspection. A network of thin, immaculately-cut grooves line its smooth surface with countless bumps in between–each one the same exact shape and size as the last!
“Let me guess,” Purrs Tzah-Tzie as she slinks out from behind you to get a closer look, “‘Historical Research’, right?”
Exactly, you answer with a wry grin, nothing more, nothing less! Shooting you a sly wink, the Spinner cocks her small head to the side. “Sooooo?”
…. Sooo?
“Where’s <span class="mu-i">my</span> gift, hmmmm?” TT answers as her tail gives the back of your leg a gentle smack! “Ah, I see, I see~ Holding off until you find the right thing, aren’tcha? You sly thing, you~”
>CONTD.
