Looking up at the postman with his ears tilting back, he tapped his fingers against the box currently in his hands. "U-Uhm, excuse me, I hope I'm not bothering you, but, uhm..." He paused for a bit before continuing, "C-Can you deliver something for me? I need this to go to Hotlands. I-It's okay if you can't!" {I realized that I haven't properly said hello, so I hope this is okay.}
Asmidiske gently took the box from the shorter monster before him, inspecting it for proper postage. “No worries, sir! Asking me to do my job isn’t bothering me at all!” The centaur gave a reassuring smile and chuckled.













