((he was taught to get the audience to like him, and he has to be nice for that))
((I thought it was like Gladiators where popularity is based on if you live long or not))
((that and entertaining the audience, which he tries to appeal to their protective instincts))
((Yeah))
((ok, your char and mine?))
((yeah maan 
))
))
((your move or mine? and nakon is gonna be rich soon))
((Yours.))
((where were we))
((Last time she went to her room and went to bed, so he could wake up or something))
He wakes up and looks at the grimoire, after looking at it he counts how much braill he has"one...two...three...four.."
Verla wakes up and yawns. She gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen to get something to eat lazily.
”60...61...62..."He continues to count
She rubbed her eyes, not paying attention to him and she made some coffee.
"80...81..."He turns around"hey verla how much does a book bag cost? like a grimoire pouch"
She looked at him tiredly and shrugged "no clue." She turned back around and poured herself a cup of coffee. "Want some?" She asked in a low tone.
"nah, do you think it is more or less then 81 braill"
She shrugged again "again, no clue." She sipped her coffee.
"ok, I'll be back soon"He runs off with the book
She sat on the couch and began reading a book while drinking her coffee.
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