[lowering his voice as they get closer to the Hob's wagon:] We already paid, remember? In silver.
[and also chores. but...c'mon! the money's gotta stretch before yielding to labor, right?
right??
out of deference to the Hob, Zel pulls his hood and mask down, still oblivious to the fuckshit state of his face; he's thinking more about getting into this wagon without making the axle snap underneath. sheesh. he manages it, though.
to the remark:] The cover's appreciated.
[and now he has to wonder what price that accrued...]
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on 2024-12-24 04:00 am (UTC)[and also chores. but...c'mon! the money's gotta stretch before yielding to labor, right?
right??
out of deference to the Hob, Zel pulls his hood and mask down, still oblivious to the fuckshit state of his face; he's thinking more about getting into this wagon without making the axle snap underneath. sheesh. he manages it, though.
to the remark:] The cover's appreciated.
[and now he has to wonder what price that accrued...]