"WH-? No, it won't--" Sounding exasperated, the little man looks at Edmund with growing skepticism before Danta puts himself before the boy to seemingly take charge. Tilting his head to the side (and causing the trickle of blood to begin to drip down his cheek), he gives his head a firm shake. "That ain't nothin' to worry about. " He huffs, now sounding clearly frustrated.
"Listen, either you's do it or y'don't. Ain't like you two'r the only ones around here I can ask." Waggling the paper between his fingers at Danta one final time, the little man raises his eyebrows.
"Listen, either you's do it or y'don't. Ain't like you two'r the only ones around here I can ask." Waggling the paper between his fingers at Danta one final time, the little man raises his eyebrows.
