[Emery's indifferent to privacy, really, but he does smile a little when he notices Zel on guard. He's really taking this bodyguard role seriously.
Emery finishes changing quickly enough and clambers out of the wagon, while poor Zel is already being called in for manual labor. Emery makes sure to give him a wave on his way to working the booth.]
See you later tonight~!
[And after that they're both going to be too busy for much more than an occasional glimpse of one another.
There's a steady stream of customers, a significant portion of which are drawn in by Emery's cleavage judging by the general direction of their gazes. Never mind that some of those looks come from eyes that are distinctly nonhuman, it seems tits are still widely popular. Emery's not necessarily the fastest at processing customers or the hardest of bargainers, but he is very good at convincing people that they want whatever he's selling and the more seasoned merchants he's working with help balance out his minor weaknesses.
The sun sets and various lanterns and lamps light up across the market, giving the place an even more magical atmosphere. But the booth stays open long past that point. It's getting late, about an hour past midnight (noon, in the human realm), when the goblins finally dismiss Emery to get some sleep. Perhaps they'd noticed how even Emery's bright smile is starting to flag.
Emery heads back to the wagons, yawning and dodging various late night shoppers. Now where has his better half gone off to? If Zel's sensible, Emery figures he'll be sleeping somewhere, but he suspects Zel is serious-minded enough to have stayed up for him.]
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on 2025-01-11 02:40 am (UTC)Emery finishes changing quickly enough and clambers out of the wagon, while poor Zel is already being called in for manual labor. Emery makes sure to give him a wave on his way to working the booth.]
See you later tonight~!
[And after that they're both going to be too busy for much more than an occasional glimpse of one another.
There's a steady stream of customers, a significant portion of which are drawn in by Emery's cleavage judging by the general direction of their gazes. Never mind that some of those looks come from eyes that are distinctly nonhuman, it seems tits are still widely popular. Emery's not necessarily the fastest at processing customers or the hardest of bargainers, but he is very good at convincing people that they want whatever he's selling and the more seasoned merchants he's working with help balance out his minor weaknesses.
The sun sets and various lanterns and lamps light up across the market, giving the place an even more magical atmosphere. But the booth stays open long past that point. It's getting late, about an hour past midnight (noon, in the human realm), when the goblins finally dismiss Emery to get some sleep. Perhaps they'd noticed how even Emery's bright smile is starting to flag.
Emery heads back to the wagons, yawning and dodging various late night shoppers. Now where has his better half gone off to? If Zel's sensible, Emery figures he'll be sleeping somewhere, but he suspects Zel is serious-minded enough to have stayed up for him.]