✣ ⌈ @roserought ⌋
she just, sorta, STANDS there — he’s obviously got something to say to her, even if she’s not really confident what or why. is 500 beri really that much to ask for when it came to 5 cabbages? rosie didn’t think so. the man seemed to, though; and he wasn’t afraid to tell her about it. REALLY wasn’t afraid. she wants to fight back, but won’t, cause’ the man is a stranger and also looks like he could kick her ass — besides, if he was willing to accuse her of such indecent things within 5 SECONDS of meeting her, what’s to say he won’t decide to beat her BLOODY her within the next 10?
❛ .. um, i - i guess i could give them t’ ya .. fer’ 300? just ― quit yelling, ❜ she warns, then immediately follows up with ❛ ― a - and please don’t hurt me. ❜
A few rapid blinks and a flash of utter confusion might have insinuated that he had no idea what he was talking about. From the expression she wore to her mixture of timidity and confidence, Ace had to mentally backtrack a few several outlandish comments previous in order to realize where he’d went wrong. “Damn, does that say 500 beli?” Hands gripped at the corner of her little market stand, mouth going slack with visible surprise and, rightfully, a bit of regret considering he had jumped the gun and overreacted.
“I thought it said 5,000 beli!! Jeeze, uh, well, I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Got a little upset there for a second, but that’s my fault. Didn’t mean to scare you.”










