[ ciri plays along with it, which while wolfwood had expected (she seems like she's quick on the uptake), is something he's thankful for, his answering grin at the delight on the seller's face a little more crooked. the seller hardly pays attention to the dagger that ciri has in her hands, especially when wolfwood leans over to light the cigarette for him again, waving them off as he attempts to blow his own smoke ring. ]
Let's dip before he changes his mind, [ he mutters as he straightens up again, tucking his matchbox into his pocket alongside the dagger he was looking at earlier. ] Doubt he'd be so kind next time.
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Let's dip before he changes his mind, [ he mutters as he straightens up again, tucking his matchbox into his pocket alongside the dagger he was looking at earlier. ] Doubt he'd be so kind next time.