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    ★ - when asimov wasn't holed up in his office, furiously drawing and scribbling out strategic plans, he went out to do a little bit of selling. the extra goods he got were good if he felt like bartering later, and he was quite the trader. the trip to the split bridges wasn't unfamiliar and he glanced up at the spring blue sky. it's going to be night by the time i get there... he thought idly, treading on.


    luckily, it seemed the trade center came alive with the stars. lanterns were lit as merchants and customers bustled past, and he could recognize a few, yet cared not to speak to them. he turned his attention to his own layout- a bit rudimentary, in all honesty, but it would do the trick. he had spread out a nice piece of red, gold-laced fabric from the traveling seamstress, and laid his ornate weapons and vials of poison on top. with him, too, he had some chains and rope, something that sold exceptionally quick for the more sadistic members of the agrelos world.


    he had already made a few customers so far- perhaps it was not his goods they came for, for you could find a pretty sword anywhere, but they came for him. he had a light, charming sort of conversation, smooth and near flirty, as deadly concoctions were traded for jewelry under the pale moonlight.


    in a dull moment, he leaned back, lighting a cigarette. damn... it's getting late.


    LOVECRIME.  

    ❝

    Lovecrime had been wandering the Trade center for some time, his roseate eyes searching for nothing in particular, all he wanted was something magnificent. He liked to think he had sneaky fingers, easily manipulative in order to get the job done, perhaps he could seduce a vendor in getting what he came here for? That worked, most of the time. His good looks went a long way when he wanted to utilize his gorgeousness in getting what he desired - which was rare artifacts most of the time. Today though he had his eye on the finest weapons and he was feeling lucky, so he hunts for the very best. Love has been here for a few hours now, the sun was setting and the moon peaks through the blinds waiting to shine among the darkness. Soon it would be night, so he had to hurry if he wanted to bring someone back to the Exiles for trade among his clanmates.


    The flamboyant man with his ocean of fur flowing over his body comes to stand a ways from an equally eye-catching male, he was not as bright as himself but Lovecrime would not deny that the man is attractive. The pastel pink Afghan Hound stays to the far left of the man, keeping a close eye on his eye move and once the male whipped out a cigarette, Love decides this is the perfect time to snag a few vials of poison and a weapon of two. With slow and steady movements, Lovecrime manages to inch closer towards the mans booth and the sparkling of the weapons blades make him grin in satisfaction. One of his elegant paws move out across the the table and he hooks his long claws around some vials and he attempts to grip the handle of a beautiful katana in his paw and slowly lifts the weapon up, effortlessly bringing in closer to him. He'd try to contain his excitement by biting down on his bottom lip, his eye every so often glimpsing over at the handsome man, hoping he wouldn't see him trying to steal his inventory..


    "Dialogue"