━━ What a useless fairy, he had thought for a moment. “Wealth has to deal with numbers, dearest faerie.” Izaya had spoken with a sigh towards the blonde’s logic. Glancing down at the yen, Izaya had started counting himself. “Help me, otherwise.” He had threatened the faerie that had given him the yen. How could he possibly threaten anyway if he hadn’t known who the faerie was? Certainly that no mythical creature other than Celty is in his database. But that’s pretty much about it that he could think about.
°༺ ★ ༻°
Now the fairy was upset, more so than
before. Out of pure stubbornness, she croseed
her arms and sat herself down on the desk.
If she was going to do anything for anyone
they had to be nice, for she can make money
disappear just as easily as making it appear.
“Money may have to do with numbers,
but my expertise is limited only to the
making and taking of wealth. So if you
don’t want to live in a cardboard box,
you better be nice to me!”
