Going once... Going twice
W/ @mpxarawn
T’is the season of giving, so when Vulpe received an invite to a Holiday Auction, of course the demigod went and gave. It was time to do some good with the money his “parents” gave him, even though it would’ve disappoint both of them if they saw him bid on a spa day for a pet he didn’t own or a year supply of coffee.
That was the item he was bidding on at the moment and soon found himself in a bidding war with one of the other attendants; one he could only guess was a god, as he seemed to have no problem spending thousands of dollars on coffee. Either that or the stranger was just as irresponsible with money as he was.
Vulpe knew he couldn’t outbid a literal god. Honestly, he didn’t even care much for the coffee and at this point he could just pay for the coffee like any regular customer. But who’d he be if not a brat. So he kept bidding to drive the price up. It was for charity after all.
His exterior was calm each time he raised his sign, but on the inside he was just praying the god would not just suddenly stop bidding as the price was already up to 2.5 million and the snow fox had no desire to spend that much money on one cup of coffee every day for a year. He was a big spender in his every day life, yes, but with that kind of money, he could buy the coffee shop, he was sure.
Even though every part of him, screamed to stop bidding, Vulpe’s sign went up one more time, rounding up the price at 3 million. Surely the other would not stop bidding now, right? Right?
But then, nothing happened. The man did not raise his sign and the whole venue went quiet. You could hear a pin drop. Vulpe’s heart was in his throat and his ears started ringing. How what this possible…
“Going once...”
The voice of his dad echoed in his head, calling him an idiot, a waste of space. The demigod should’ve listened to his gut. He should’ve quit while he was ahead. And now he’d be out 3 million dollars. For coffee…
“Going twice…”
“It’s for charity. It’s fine, it’s for charity…” Vulpe whispered to himself in a panic. Three million dollars was a lot of money for any regular man, but he could miss it, he told himself. In fact, he could probably miss a little more, he finally tried to convince himself. That didn’t take away from the fact he felt incredibly stupid.
Why'd I decide to mess with a god?!