[Matoba laughs at the dry reply, letting it roll off him easily.] Not yet. Although, perhaps I should, if this is what we end up with otherwise. Maybe give it some time!
[He's mostly joking. Probably. And if Kim was willing to let him get away with his usual brand of shamelessness, then there was nothing really standing in his way unless some actual authority showed up, right?]
[Glancing towards the doorway, Matoba considers with a tilt of his head, and then strides towards the door.] Very well. Of course, I am never anything less.
[As if delivering insults with polite words was any better.]
[Upon entering the shop, Matoba's eye adjusts to the lighting to settle on an ayakashi with the form of a little old man, wearing a single-horned Hannya mask. The ayakashi seems to be muttering to itself as it works, bustling here and there, and when the two men enter it wheels about and gives a little shriek.] WHAT DO YOU WANT!?
Ahaha, leave it to an old gramps like this to have the ugliest stall... [Matoba hums to himself, folding his hands in his sleeves. He looks about the shop... It seemed to be selling what looked like toys and games of some sort- colorful tops and figures filled the shelves.] But I understand the colors, now.
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[He's mostly joking. Probably. And if Kim was willing to let him get away with his usual brand of shamelessness, then there was nothing really standing in his way unless some actual authority showed up, right?]
[Glancing towards the doorway, Matoba considers with a tilt of his head, and then strides towards the door.] Very well. Of course, I am never anything less.
[As if delivering insults with polite words was any better.]
[Upon entering the shop, Matoba's eye adjusts to the lighting to settle on an ayakashi with the form of a little old man, wearing a single-horned Hannya mask. The ayakashi seems to be muttering to itself as it works, bustling here and there, and when the two men enter it wheels about and gives a little shriek.] WHAT DO YOU WANT!?
Ahaha, leave it to an old gramps like this to have the ugliest stall... [Matoba hums to himself, folding his hands in his sleeves. He looks about the shop... It seemed to be selling what looked like toys and games of some sort- colorful tops and figures filled the shelves.] But I understand the colors, now.