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[salesmanofhappiness]

"..I miss my buddy. Do you know where he is? "

“You’re buddy? I don’t believe I have. I need more description then that, Jamie my dear.”

[cyberninja]

he often didn’t allow himself to be seen since he was one of the most wanted men alive , but this person was acting strange . he jumped from his vantage point to down below behind her “ hello there . anything i can help you with ? “ if she was to turn around she would bee a ninja standing there in full uniform and two fierce katanas strapped to his back .

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She school her head, breathing heavy. “N-no..they…j-just…scared m-mwe….” She said as she clung to his arm. “Pwease….don’t l-let them take m-mwe…”

The merchant frowned heavily as he looked down at the child. He lifted his arm to stroke through her hair carefully. He couldn’t protect her very well, as he wasn’t that strong, more that

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Send 👋 for my muse’s reaction to discovering yours at their doorstep, with bruises on their face

“Jamie?!” The salesman shouted as he noticed the large bruises on the girl’s face. “Nayru’s Love! What happened?!” He asked, kneeling down to her level to check the wounds on her face. 

[salesmanofhappiness]

The young assassin crawled up on the merchants desk, lightly patting his shoulder.

The merchant’s ears twitched. He hummed and turned toward the girl. He gave a warm smile once he noticed who it was. “Yes, my dear?”

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She giggled and clapped her hands, smiling at the merchant. “What’s your nwame?” She said while looking at him, her black round eyes looking shiny.

“Ah-. I don’t give my name out so freely, my dear. I am The Happy Mask Salesman, however, you may give me nickname if you wish.” The merchant gave the small child a bow at the waist, smiling warmly as he did so. 

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The Lost Jamie

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She cried harder as she hugged her knees. “A-auntie didn’t wake up. She w-was laying in red j-juice I think…there was s-scary men in there.” She said while sobbing. “Why d-didnt auntie wake u-up?”

The merchant hummed, his brows creasing heavily. He took quick glances around to make sure no one was watching the poor child before getting closer and kneeling down. He offered the child a clean handkerchief, giving her a kind smile. “You poor child. Do you have anyone else to take care of you?”