a trifle uncool + m&g

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☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words

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Pierce wasn’t really into haggling. Back home - his real home, not Snowbound -, despite all he’d forgotten, he knew for a fact they hadn’t had any currency or trade of any kind. Everyone just kind of shared what everyone else needed, and it had been the perfect environment for him. Everyone was different, though, so he figured this was just what made everyone else happy, and he certainly wasn’t going to make any comments on that. However, he had chosen... not to take too much part in all the trading and stuff. He’d traded some kitchen stuff, he was pretty sure, for strawberries and a pot of marigolds, but that had been with Jericho. Nowadays, he just kind of hunted for what food he needed, and everything else, he had at home.

The freckled serval was next to arrive, a gentle smile upon his maw. "I don’t have anything to offer to you guys," he began, adjusting the strap of his satchel to keepit from digging into his shoulder. He nudged it just slightly forward to cover the large scar in his side,  though his gaze did not leave Wendell. "It’s nice to meet you, though, Wendell! I’m Pierce Parker, a Goldenblood here. You can call me Pierce." “Mister” Pierce or “Mister” Parker always made him a bit uncomfortable, despite that likely being what he’d call himself were he... not himself.

"speech"

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