"Oi, oi! Whaddya mean 1,000 Yen!" Kaito whined at the vendor "There's no way it's worth even half that!"
Around them in the sprawling half tent, half rotting wooden shack that made up the stall the crowd tensed. It seemed pretty obvious that the mouthy brat was going too far. The owner of the stall, a woman in her 40's known to the district only as Minako, had a reputation that was off putting even in these dark alleys. It was well known that she always kept several thugs on hand to deal with any difficult customers, those that haggled too hard often went missing. Old hands in the Grand Palais often joked that if only the Med-nin of Omni Prime would check the gutter behind 'Minako's Boutique' they'd find all the organ donors Suna could ever need.
As the more nervous customers quickly paid up their bills and discretely fled the premises Minako herself swept across the aisles, clad in the colourful in the colour silks and make-up of a Geisha but with none of the grace, she reached out a hand to tug at Kaito's cheek and pull at it gratingly.
“Ah young master, but this is no ordinary weapon holster; it is made of the finest Rhino hide in Fire Country!” She tittered falsely, speaking more to the crowd, both within and outside her shop, than to the child she was manhandling “They're endangered of course; making it a rare and exotic treasure, like all you'll find at Minako's Boutique my darlings!” She pinched the academy students cheek so hard that bled from her nails as she spoke, eyes glittering with dark promise for him if he dared to contradict her.
Kaito snorted contemptuously, snatching the weapon holster in question back from the vendor he had been speaking to initially, he forcefully stepped back pulling himself out of Minako's grasp.
“What a load of shit! It's pig leather for sure, anyone can see that..”
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Around them in the sprawling half tent, half rotting wooden shack that made up the stall the crowd tensed. It seemed pretty obvious that the mouthy brat was going too far. The owner of the stall, a woman in her 40's known to the district only as Minako, had a reputation that was off putting even in these dark alleys. It was well known that she always kept several thugs on hand to deal with any difficult customers, those that haggled too hard often went missing. Old hands in the Grand Palais often joked that if only the Med-nin of Omni Prime would check the gutter behind 'Minako's Boutique' they'd find all the organ donors Suna could ever need.
As the more nervous customers quickly paid up their bills and discretely fled the premises Minako herself swept across the aisles, clad in the colourful in the colour silks and make-up of a Geisha but with none of the grace, she reached out a hand to tug at Kaito's cheek and pull at it gratingly.
“Ah young master, but this is no ordinary weapon holster; it is made of the finest Rhino hide in Fire Country!” She tittered falsely, speaking more to the crowd, both within and outside her shop, than to the child she was manhandling “They're endangered of course; making it a rare and exotic treasure, like all you'll find at Minako's Boutique my darlings!” She pinched the academy students cheek so hard that bled from her nails as she spoke, eyes glittering with dark promise for him if he dared to contradict her.
Kaito snorted contemptuously, snatching the weapon holster in question back from the vendor he had been speaking to initially, he forcefully stepped back pulling himself out of Minako's grasp.
“What a load of shit! It's pig leather for sure, anyone can see that..”
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