[A puff of laughter escapes Matoba as he reaches out to fiddle with a mobile hanging from the shop's ceiling; cut out shapes like ghosts and imps danced in the air with streamers that looked like sacred ropes. It was almost charming, if not for the fact that it looked like it could go in some sort of demonic shrine.]
[The shopkeeper eyes them both mistrustfully, stomping up to face them with his hands on his hips. He was short, barely 4' tall next to them, but didn't seem to be intimidated in the slightest.] Harumph! Tengu muscle, you mean!?
That's right. [Matoba flashes his ineffable smile, a sign of trouble, as he takes over.] Allow me to be blunt, gramps. Those hideous streamers you've got up out there need to change. If you don't, we'll take them down for you anyway... But, you might not get the business you want on Parade Night, if that's the case.
[Nailed it. The shopkeeper staggers a little at the threat, and then shrieks even louder.] WHY, YOU MEDDLING-- I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW, MY SHOP HAS BEEN IN THIS DISTRICT FOR-- YOU CAN'T JUST--!!
[He's still actively ranting as Matoba turns to Kim, cheerful.] I think that should do it, don't you?
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[The shopkeeper eyes them both mistrustfully, stomping up to face them with his hands on his hips. He was short, barely 4' tall next to them, but didn't seem to be intimidated in the slightest.] Harumph! Tengu muscle, you mean!?
That's right. [Matoba flashes his ineffable smile, a sign of trouble, as he takes over.] Allow me to be blunt, gramps. Those hideous streamers you've got up out there need to change. If you don't, we'll take them down for you anyway... But, you might not get the business you want on Parade Night, if that's the case.
[Nailed it. The shopkeeper staggers a little at the threat, and then shrieks even louder.] WHY, YOU MEDDLING-- I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW, MY SHOP HAS BEEN IN THIS DISTRICT FOR-- YOU CAN'T JUST--!!
[He's still actively ranting as Matoba turns to Kim, cheerful.] I think that should do it, don't you?