[ Curiouser and curiouser. Aerith tilts her head, looking up at him in rapt attention. She's listening— ]
Aww, really?
[ —and teasing.
Three million had been both a joke of a price as well as half-sincere. When you don't quite know what someone's intentions are with your goods, you need to be careful, and work smartly. Aerith is considering her options in her mind, and of course, she expects some kind of compensation, but more than that comes to her mind. Matoba assumes she means a business at large, but while it's on her mind, Sutoku is still part of the Hell that she wishes to make bloom with vibrancy. ]
I'll lead the way. [ He has no choice in the matter. If he wants her stuff, he'll go.
To where, exactly? Well, a taxi. Though it isn't a luxurious one, it's certainly a mid-point price, befitting of someone getting the feet wet in climbing the ranks of their faction. It's not too far off from the majority of the bustle, a black taxi with LED lights lining it's interior, on the verge of "tasteful". Really, all good business is done in cheap knock-off limos, right? Aerith climbs in before him, caring very little of the fact she's got a short dress on. Matoba doesn't exactly seem like someone to care, himself.
"Around the block until I say we're done," is what she asks of the driver, and they oblige without a word, sunglasses still on. ]
You're right. Three million is a little much! But I want to know what exactly you're looking to do with my plants.
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Aww, really?
[ —and teasing.
Three million had been both a joke of a price as well as half-sincere. When you don't quite know what someone's intentions are with your goods, you need to be careful, and work smartly. Aerith is considering her options in her mind, and of course, she expects some kind of compensation, but more than that comes to her mind. Matoba assumes she means a business at large, but while it's on her mind, Sutoku is still part of the Hell that she wishes to make bloom with vibrancy. ]
I'll lead the way. [ He has no choice in the matter. If he wants her stuff, he'll go.
To where, exactly? Well, a taxi. Though it isn't a luxurious one, it's certainly a mid-point price, befitting of someone getting the feet wet in climbing the ranks of their faction. It's not too far off from the majority of the bustle, a black taxi with LED lights lining it's interior, on the verge of "tasteful". Really, all good business is done in cheap knock-off limos, right? Aerith climbs in before him, caring very little of the fact she's got a short dress on. Matoba doesn't exactly seem like someone to care, himself.
"Around the block until I say we're done," is what she asks of the driver, and they oblige without a word, sunglasses still on. ]
You're right. Three million is a little much! But I want to know what exactly you're looking to do with my plants.