Lights | Oil & Water
"I don’t care. The point is you did, and if you do not repay me the money you owe, I’ll seek of more direct ways of taking it from you. Make your mind up girl, I am not a patient man."
The situation was more scary than owing the god of poverty money and that was saying something in her mind. She swallowed back the anxiety welling inside her throat and tried to think, “Maybe I can work it off!” she suggested, hoping this would become an option, “Er, become your maid for a while. However long it takes.”
He isn’t smiling. He wants his money.
She nearly fainted. She couldn’t possibly ask her parents for that amount of money, “I promise it was an accident! I didn’t mean to ruin the painting!”
She had a habit of falling asleep at random. This time it happened right on top of a very expensive oil painting that happened to tear as she fell.
"I owe you how much yen?”
Poor girl really has to stop getting herself in debt.
ooc; well my ask box refuses to send more asks u.u thegirlwithapurpletail
//Maybe you hit the limit? It happens o.o
Ash randomly emails videos of him singing to Hiyori in both English and Japanese. He’s made a habit of doing this, especially when she’s unable to make another trip across the world. In his mind she’s like his virtual pen pal.
Hiyori enjoys these videos and finds the music amazing but suspects ulterior motives beneath always sending her them. As if he hopes she’ll share them with her friends, which she always does.
//Gotta love being able to name Link and his horse. XD
//Don’t let me and fastaffordableandreliable play Zelda together.