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Donnie narrows his eyes in suspicion at the crazed old yōkai standing before him. “What’s the catch? There’s always a catch with stuff like this.”
The ram yōkai chuckles, brushing a stray tuff of wool from their face
Donnie narrows his eyes in suspicion at the crazed old yōkai standing before him. “What’s the catch? There’s always a catch with stuff like this.”
The ram yōkai chuckles, brushing a stray tuff of wool from their face
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“Clearly I’m not like most people,” the young softshell mutters, his arms coming to cross over his plastron.
“Always so quick to get in and get a move on,” the old man says, shaking his head as he moves throughout his shop.
Donnie’s mouth pulls down into a deep frown, his eyes narrowing further. “Look, I’m sure there are a hundred other people out there who would gladly take me up on what I’m looking for so if you’re not going to—”
He reaches out in an effort to more closely examine the contents but the ram yōkai gleefully yanks it away.
“I ask again,” Donnie begins evenly, his gaze slowly shifting to stare at the other man. “What do you want?”