Blake nodded and walked over to the bags. He slid his bag off, placed it on the floor, and then put the rabbit meat inside. Once he closed his bag, he looked at Reagan. "How much do I own you?" he asked. He put his bag against the wall. He had a feeling he would be here for a little while more. Blake went back to lean against the wall. He watched Reagan as she spoke.
"Ah, Benjamin bit your dress, maybe you could have it mended. I wonder why a bear would bite a dress...animals are odd," he paused as he slid his hands into his pocket, "Green is a nice color, it would look nice on you I bet."
He stretched out as he rolled his shoulders back. "I will be wearing a suite. You could probably put a tie or bow-tie on Benny," Blake stated. He watched as she brushed the fur.
"How do you kill the animals you sell? Do you give them a quick painless death?" he questioned. He sat on the ground and pulled his flute out of his bag. He looked it over, it still looked brand new. It was his mother's. She had given it to him when he began to learn to play. Since then Blake had always take care of it.
"Ah, Benjamin bit your dress, maybe you could have it mended. I wonder why a bear would bite a dress...animals are odd," he paused as he slid his hands into his pocket, "Green is a nice color, it would look nice on you I bet."
He stretched out as he rolled his shoulders back. "I will be wearing a suite. You could probably put a tie or bow-tie on Benny," Blake stated. He watched as she brushed the fur.
"How do you kill the animals you sell? Do you give them a quick painless death?" he questioned. He sat on the ground and pulled his flute out of his bag. He looked it over, it still looked brand new. It was his mother's. She had given it to him when he began to learn to play. Since then Blake had always take care of it.