They were only bed sheets, did it really matter? It hadn’t been as though he had actually earned the money he had spent on them in the first place. The demon could simply pull some leaves off a tree to purchase a new set. Leaves which were easily within his reach unlike some animals that required more work to retrieve the prized flora. Timon had to climb such trees and carry what ‘money’ he had in his arms where even a small quantity was trouble. No, as far as the blankets went, his guilt had long since left.

“That wasn’t my fault, it was Laharl’s. If he hadn’t of dangled me out the window and you had closed the window like I asked you too, none of that would have ever happened.” Unlike the demon, he did not bother to move to look at Vyers when he spoke. Instead, crossed one leg over the other and shifted into a more comfortable position. “Why should I be the one to pay for it when you and Laharl are both equally to blame? If you did somehow by chance happen to win this little contest though, I’ll get you some new ones. Whatever you want.”