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”I’m the guard-dog for this place,” Chou revealed to the girl and clasped both hands together behind the back of his head rather casually, seemingly quite proud of such a title. ”Literally! I keep watch at night so you all can rest easy.” Despite not looking all that terrifying the boy was a handy thing all the same, and quite honestly Molyneux only made-up the position for the lad if only for the sake of giving him something to do. Like a sense of belonging. Purpose. Which might have been the only nice thing the half-demon had actually done in his life by giving the boy somewhere to belong. But that was besides the point.
Grinning to himself, Chou dropped a hand to his mouth and leaned forward to Eris. ”Besides, wouldn’t want the older timer here getting grey hairs by fretting too much, you know? Someone’s gotta keep an eye on the place when he’s gone.” He remarked quietly before easing back, and then giving a curious look at the horned-girl. She seemed concerned about her hair, more exactly its colour and which to pick. Pondering over it briefly, Chou puffed his cheeks out a bit whilst in thought, shifting his weight back and forth on each foot. ”Maybe you might wanna try something else, Eris? Like pink or red? Those wouldn’t be too matchy-matchy.” He suggested, though Chou wasn’t exactly a fashion-expect. Was he? The boy even had to forcibly stop himself from suggesting rainbow colours! Even if that would’ve been cool to see. ”Oh! I know a place that deals with this sort of stuff for s—”
”Oi. Have you two got nothing better to do than discuss hair?” Molyneux huffed, appearing unimpressed. He wasn’t paying them to stand around gossiping, especially Chou, who ought to have known better. ”It’s not like it’ll make you look any better. You’ll still be weird, with horns, and stuck here.” Well, someone clearly got out the wrong side of the bed this morning.
”Aw, don’t be like that Boss. I’m working!” Chou quickly assured the man when hopping over the bar and digging around under it, and then proceeding to pull out a bucket and sponge. The boy hurried over and knelt down on an area of the ground before soaking the sponge and running it against the solid flooring. Chou was use to the more dirtier jobs though, which suited the man just fine.
Molyneux then rolled his eyes. ”Good. Keep at it.” He told the younger male, before turning and glancing in the direction of Eris. Somewhat expectantly he held his hand out to her and simply said, ”Keys. Give.” He hadn’t forgotten about giving her them and similarly wasn’t about to trust Eris with them either. Not yet. Imagine if she lost them? Well, no. Molyneux didn’t particularly want to think about that. He'd flip if she did. ”I meant to ask but how was the room? Does it suit your needs?”
Grinning to himself, Chou dropped a hand to his mouth and leaned forward to Eris. ”Besides, wouldn’t want the older timer here getting grey hairs by fretting too much, you know? Someone’s gotta keep an eye on the place when he’s gone.” He remarked quietly before easing back, and then giving a curious look at the horned-girl. She seemed concerned about her hair, more exactly its colour and which to pick. Pondering over it briefly, Chou puffed his cheeks out a bit whilst in thought, shifting his weight back and forth on each foot. ”Maybe you might wanna try something else, Eris? Like pink or red? Those wouldn’t be too matchy-matchy.” He suggested, though Chou wasn’t exactly a fashion-expect. Was he? The boy even had to forcibly stop himself from suggesting rainbow colours! Even if that would’ve been cool to see. ”Oh! I know a place that deals with this sort of stuff for s—”
”Oi. Have you two got nothing better to do than discuss hair?” Molyneux huffed, appearing unimpressed. He wasn’t paying them to stand around gossiping, especially Chou, who ought to have known better. ”It’s not like it’ll make you look any better. You’ll still be weird, with horns, and stuck here.” Well, someone clearly got out the wrong side of the bed this morning.
”Aw, don’t be like that Boss. I’m working!” Chou quickly assured the man when hopping over the bar and digging around under it, and then proceeding to pull out a bucket and sponge. The boy hurried over and knelt down on an area of the ground before soaking the sponge and running it against the solid flooring. Chou was use to the more dirtier jobs though, which suited the man just fine.
Molyneux then rolled his eyes. ”Good. Keep at it.” He told the younger male, before turning and glancing in the direction of Eris. Somewhat expectantly he held his hand out to her and simply said, ”Keys. Give.” He hadn’t forgotten about giving her them and similarly wasn’t about to trust Eris with them either. Not yet. Imagine if she lost them? Well, no. Molyneux didn’t particularly want to think about that. He'd flip if she did. ”I meant to ask but how was the room? Does it suit your needs?”