[ She snorts softly in response to the charging comment and barely manages to restrain a laugh into something closer to a chuckle. Her socks are pulled on in few hops she'd dare anyone to call cute should they glimpse it and she's moving to match him, boots scooped up from their place by the door along with the rest of the tea house's residents' footwear. Half complaining, charging her -- ]
What're you gonna charge me, anyway?
[ Call her curious as they start on their trek to the fish market, her language dropping a level in casualness. She walks close, not that she doesn't tend to when and where she's allowed with those she's lose to, but there's something like an added dimension should one be perceptive about it. The occasional brush of the hands that quickly devolves into her reaching outright to claim his hand might be a little telling. ]
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What're you gonna charge me, anyway?
[ Call her curious as they start on their trek to the fish market, her language dropping a level in casualness. She walks close, not that she doesn't tend to when and where she's allowed with those she's lose to, but there's something like an added dimension should one be perceptive about it. The occasional brush of the hands that quickly devolves into her reaching outright to claim his hand might be a little telling. ]