"A pocket?" He didn't think he had one of those. His outfit hadn't been constructed with anything that wasn't needed, and he never really needed any extra space for anything other than his gunblade, Velvet Nightmare. Well, yes, that certainly meant he didn't have any, even on his pants. "I don't have a pocket."
He didn't know what this "money" was, either. Sounded a bit unimportant, considering he'd never heard of it before. What was with these people and overcomplicating things?
Huffing softly, he turned his attention from Olette to this Ivy woman and replied with a dull, bored tone: "Yazoo" before looking back at Olette. "Where can I get this 'money'...? Was I given some when I entered through the gate?" Maybe it was in one of those 4,652,834,656 pamphlets he'd been given. He looked down at the boot-trodden, dirty pile at his feet and watched them curiously for a moment. Maybe those were the "money"...?
Ugh, this was stupid. He really didn't care. He could get a bag without money. He was cunning enough, after all.
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He didn't know what this "money" was, either. Sounded a bit unimportant, considering he'd never heard of it before. What was with these people and overcomplicating things?
Huffing softly, he turned his attention from Olette to this Ivy woman and replied with a dull, bored tone: "Yazoo" before looking back at Olette. "Where can I get this 'money'...? Was I given some when I entered through the gate?" Maybe it was in one of those 4,652,834,656 pamphlets he'd been given. He looked down at the boot-trodden, dirty pile at his feet and watched them curiously for a moment. Maybe those were the "money"...?
Ugh, this was stupid. He really didn't care. He could get a bag without money. He was cunning enough, after all.