âAhaâŚâ Mermaidâs whiskers! Just when she had him.
âWell, Mr. Greedy, youâll have to be patient, which I know is the very last thing youâre capable of, but the Bank of My Father is super, very-much slow with its business transactions.â She kisses her teeth, and turns around to face him once more, her hands on her hips too. âBut as an important side, you really shouldnât care so much about material things, you know. There are greater things to life than money and things you buy with money, stuff that even your giant brain canât comprehend.â
Says she, the child of Covetousness herself.
Ravi had to close his eyes for a moment just to stop himself from rolling his eyes too hard at her words. The time they spent together had probably reached an astronomical amount if one were tallying how many times that feeling (or something similar) overcame him from her words, her actions, her face, her walk, her â everything.
"And who is this father of yours that you're promising a portion of his apparent-untold riches to me due to the damage you've done, hm? What does he do to not be able to pony up the cash so quickly?
"Also, does he not wonder where his most precious treasure is," the words left his mouth with the viscosity of a saccharine poison, "or is he too focused on his bankroll to care where you are?" Given her spoiled nature, he figured it had to come from somewhere; he assumed it was a testament of showering a child with whatever it wanted in place of actual parental prescence.
