This is probably fine. Since she hasn't moved towards him at all, he's still holding just his throwing knife. He eyes her warily--but behind his bangs, there's still the hope of a challenge in his eyes.
"A doctor, huh? Figures ya'd be a quack," he scoffs, shifting his position restlessly to the side. "With that attitude I wouldn't come to ya if you was the last doc here." Talk about terrible bedside manner.
His eyes slide back to the house as it's brought up. He really doesn't want any of that, actually! Sweets are best in moderation, and if it were just a normal house with some normal furnishings in a normal forest, he might agree to snack on some of the food stored there. People aren't likely to poison their own supplies... but their walls?
Well, he hasn't encountered that one before.
"I don't think ya'd be interested in the kind'a deals I make." His attention returns to Yosano with a gentle tilt of his head. "But I definitely ain't ameowt to agree to nothin' where I ain't gettin' paid... and that clip'a yours ain't enough t'cover my advance."
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"A doctor, huh? Figures ya'd be a quack," he scoffs, shifting his position restlessly to the side. "With that attitude I wouldn't come to ya if you was the last doc here." Talk about terrible bedside manner.
His eyes slide back to the house as it's brought up. He really doesn't want any of that, actually! Sweets are best in moderation, and if it were just a normal house with some normal furnishings in a normal forest, he might agree to snack on some of the food stored there. People aren't likely to poison their own supplies... but their walls?
Well, he hasn't encountered that one before.
"I don't think ya'd be interested in the kind'a deals I make." His attention returns to Yosano with a gentle tilt of his head. "But I definitely ain't ameowt to agree to nothin' where I ain't gettin' paid... and that clip'a yours ain't enough t'cover my advance."