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[handelaar]

Gonna start a plot of tobacco in the Gardens. Cure it somewhere else. You want a cut, you gotta help or pay up.

Rest of you fuckers stay away from it.


{PRIVATE TO TOSHIKO:}

Couple-a people said I should talk to ya. Lock this.

[Bossy much?]

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[jilt]

Such language.

[handelaar]

[This. This is a groan.]

What do you want.

[The now, implied.]

[jilt]

I was simply going to say hello, no need to sound so irritated.

voice; encrypted 100%

[ex_sorted385]

All buttoned up. What did you need to talk to me about? And should I even ask who's been talking about me behind my back?

voice; encrypted 100%

[handelaar]

[Yeah normally he'd say thanks but.]

Y'sure it is?

[logicunlocked]

[ It'd been some years since he'd smoked very much, but it would be a simple pleasure to partake of now. ]

Pay with what?

[handelaar]

What do ya have.

[ video ]

[hostage]

What kinda payment you looking for?

permavoice on his end; and shittily encrypted 20%

[handelaar]

[Saying "anything" comes across as too desperate, and he actually does have something in mind.]

Names. Recommendations.

voice|

[entrapments]

You know you really should keep it g-rated.
There're kids around.

permavoice|

[handelaar]

Nah.

[Yeah that's. All he has to say about that.]

voice

[cocksauce]

Hey, I'd help with tobacco. Or are you talking about a different kind of help here?

permavoice

[handelaar]

I wasn't.

[But hey, he'd take it.]

voice;

[gothchicklit]

Pay up how?

permavoice;

[handelaar]

Depends on what ya have. How much y'want.

[But.]

Anything that ain't bullshit.

voice;

[fraud]

Like the spit-in-a-pot-tobaccao sort of tobacco?

voice;

[handelaar]

If ya like chewing tobacco - maybe. Was gonna make smoking tobacco.

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[purrfectlycute]

:33 < *ac lightly bats at the grumpy gardner with a paw*
:33 < *then she curls up on his lap and purrs to remind him that he should be happy beclaws he has some new plants to raise!*
:33 < *she also purromises to not trample his plants by accident as long as she knows what they look like*

permavoice

[handelaar]

[Wow this takes him like. Five minutes, just to get it. The hell? Japan never told him about role-play so he's just a ball of confusion.]

You're not a cat... are ya.

Uh. [Moving on.] They look like -

[I don't have my tablet agh so insert a very pretty sketch of a tobacco plant here. Dude can draw.]

Voice

[skindeep]

Why tobacco instead of tomatoes?

[No, it's a serious question.]

permavoice and WOW I AM SORRY FOR HIS MASSIVE GRUDGEBONER HERE

[handelaar]

Why - [HUFF WHY TOMATOES NO.]

Tomatoes are the dumbest fuckin' - Spain likes 'em. [Enough said? Oh, no way.] They're messy an' don't mash well, can't fry 'em [Netherlands have you ever had fried green tomatoes? No? Okay.] an' when you eat them they get all over the damn place. Messy. That moron wastes 'em every year, too - tomatilla~ he says - could feed his entire goddamn country with those. Lets 'em rot instead, throws them around like confetti after the goddamn World Cup -

[Yeah he's pretty much growling it out at this point. Fuck you and your World Cup winning ways, Spain.]

Tobacco's better.

[HUFF HUFF HUFF breathe Nederland.]

voice;

[thefuckinhalf]

[She debated a long time about this, but fuck it, she needs something to do in this place when she's not running after Cid.]

I'll help. I'm a farmer back home.

Might need to bring my boy along, though.

voice;

[handelaar]

With tobacco or the Gardens. An' uh. 'Long as he won't fuck up anything.

[Most of the kids he's met here are good kids, so at this point he's a little biased toward any child who lands here.]

video;

[stimulations]

Encouraging bad habits in others, is it?

permavoice;

[handelaar]

They'd do it anyway. Might as well earn somethin' for it.