❝ It’s a thankless job, but somebody’s got to do it. ❞ ( hope this's okay! o / )
improvisation | accepting | @harthfire
" And better you than me, bud! “ Chimed in the masked merchant. Hidden, the smile to paint curving lips; sheepish as it was. ” Save the hero work for the real heroes- heroes such as you! Am I right? “ He mused, nimble digits swift to raise, to rest upon the bundle of nerves at the base of his neck. For what could a coward such as himself do, hm? What could he, that wouldn’t be better suited for those with true courage? Those with the capabilities to do what he would not, who wouldn’t t r e m b l e in the face of danger like he who had time & time again.
” Ah… but, eh… “ Hesitation rippled through pausing frame. Frame stiff, uncertain. & oh, how his voice would dip; a touch less jovial. A touch more serious than before. The avian pal upon violet shoulder tilting their head in time with the seller’s own. ” Ya can’t really mean it’s a thankless business, pal. I don’t know about you, but the people out there? Don’t tell me ya don’t notice how appreciative they are over all you’re doin’ for ‘em? I mean, have ya taken a good gander ‘round lately? Don’tcha see; the people love ya!.. Alright, alright, maybe there’s a few rotten apples. But the most of ‘em? I’m tellin’ ya, even if ya don’t, they notice what you’re doin’. “