Osaerin's Market Festival Open starter
The plan was simple: approach the vendor from behind, threaten their life and take the whole box of tickets they kept under the counter while they peed their pants. He needed something to carry them, anyway.
Not his usual style, he’d rather charm them into giving him the tickets willingly with a silly little smiles on their faces that betrayed their sudden need to have him all over them. But did he have time for that? Azagi already had some. Valerie was determined to win. He needed to be swift.
The demon observed one of those sellers with narrowed eyes full of thoughts, pointy horns glinting with mischief above his head. He was in a good mood, otherwise he wouldn’t indulge in such silly games. But Raven seemed to be having a good time as well and no one had attempted to steal her from him so far. Quite the achievement.
“I should do it my way, shouldn’t I?” He muttered to himself, fingers brushing over his lips as he made up his mind. Leave the easy methods for those two soon-to-be losers, his style was the best, after all. It was decided.
