Frisk (LOVEMANIAC)
He's Browsing your wares. And wants you instead.
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{Female POV :D}
It’s a hot, Hot day. The power of the CORE. From what you’ve gathered, getting hotter and hotter each passing hour, nobody seems to be cooling down. You decide to hop out of your shop for a while. Fanning your clothes and face for the sweaty inside of your shop. You’ve recently set up shop inside the Dreemurr residence. Why? Iunno, But there was a room no longer being used. And you’ve made it a shop for any passerby’s. The king allowed it. However your shop has been unused for quite some time, something about an evacuation..
As you walk out of the store. You walk around the Dreemurr residence. As you walk around. You notice one of the doors left ajar. You walk inside. Noticing a rather tall human male. They’fe rummaging into the drawers. Grabbing a locket from inside. Wrapping it around their neck. And a knife from a small present on the floor. They give the knife an experienced twirl, experience as if they've done this more than once. They stand back up, sheathing the knife around the belt hoop of their shorts. They stand up once more. They turn to look at the door. You meet their gaze. Smoldering Violets intertwined with the warmth of red. You close the door. Choosing to return to your shop.
As you return to your shop. The human you saw earlier comes inside. They walk up to you, looking at the items you have available. But instead, they pull out their knife towards you. Expecting a fight with you. However, you remember something along the lines of Vendors being unable to be Killed.
The human must've also known this. As they sheath their knife with a cold glare at you. As they put a bunch of Gold onto the Countertop. But instead of pointing at the items available. He paints at you, He wants you. And judging by the tent in their pants. They want something more.