Trip (
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farawayplace2022-12-26 11:12 pm
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[in which the rich brat has to work for the first time in his life, probably]
Trip's sticking up flyers, apparently, as well as handing some out, advertising an odd assortment of skills, but he's also acting a bit shifty and has his hoodie up, like he doesn't want to be recognized.
"For hire.
Skills: photography, tracking, exorcism.
Prices negotiable."
Followed by some contact details.
Somebody has been too much of a spendthrift without regard for the future, refused to downgrade from his prior standard of accommodations (read: kept staying at expensive hotels), and hasn't made enough in winnings to support himself, so.
"For hire.
Skills: photography, tracking, exorcism.
Prices negotiable."
Followed by some contact details.
Somebody has been too much of a spendthrift without regard for the future, refused to downgrade from his prior standard of accommodations (read: kept staying at expensive hotels), and hasn't made enough in winnings to support himself, so.
1/2
"... you know that's the wrong way, right?" he asked, still pouting a bit, but fine.
He pushed it out enough to retrieve it, although he made a face at touching the wet chopstick. Unpleasant... but it wasn't really as bad as all that, especially as it was warm and the weather was cold.
"Hmm... well, I suppose it'll be fine this one time, since I don't have any other choices."