[voice]

[secret_crap]

Yo, 'sup. You can call me Scout. Need shit run somewhere? I'll do it fah a price. Fair price, but still a price. And don't think ya can cheat me or anythin', eitha'.

*There's contact info left here*

Comments

[settimanale]

... Well at least it's to the point.

[secret_crap]

I don't like dancin' 'round tha point.

[settimanale]

I can imagine you're not much of a dancing sort at all.

[secret_crap]

Nah, that shit's fah fags.

voice.

[obtainedlog]

So ... you're a delivery boy?

voice.

[secret_crap]

Courier, scout, delivery boy, whateva'. 's all tha same ta me. Don't give a shit whatcha call me.

voice.

[obtainedlog]

O-Oh ... Right! I'll keep you in mind if I ever need any of my work moving - sometimes I try to sell my paintings, and I hate dragging the big ones around.

-I'm Sora, by the way. Sora Hart. It's nice to meet you, sir.

Re: voice.

[secret_crap]

Paintings? I don't usually handle those, but I'd do it fah tha right price.

Ya make me feel old callin' me "sir". Scout'll do.

[experisite]

Want a job right now?

[secret_crap]

Hell yeah, I do!

[experisite]

[Have an extremely long shopping list... Like, inhumanly long!]

The pay will be two thousand dollars.

[secret_crap]

*That shopping list is a piece of cake for him...or he'll pretend it is*

Ya got yahself a deal, girlie.