[He quirks an eyebrow at that, mouth further drawn into a thin line. This is a shop. This is the shopkeeper. But it doesn't look like a store, as far as he sees. No wares, no goods, just...that man.]
I am very tired. [He says, as if this single sentence explains entirely why he just had a nap attack on the lawn. He turns to look at the ceiling - he noticed it's already getting dark. He should be getting back, but...well, it's not like he has has a time limit, with his job.] What do you sell? I do not see anything.
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[He quirks an eyebrow at that, mouth further drawn into a thin line. This is a shop. This is the shopkeeper. But it doesn't look like a store, as far as he sees. No wares, no goods, just...that man.]
I am very tired. [He says, as if this single sentence explains entirely why he just had a nap attack on the lawn. He turns to look at the ceiling - he noticed it's already getting dark. He should be getting back, but...well, it's not like he has has a time limit, with his job.] What do you sell? I do not see anything.