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Prompt

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Payday was everyone’s favorite day of the week, including the Black Bull’s captain Yami. He weighed his coin purse in his hand, feeling the weight of a hard month’s worth of work.

Unfortunately, he had things other than booze, cigarettes, and gambling he needed to spend it on this pay period. Important things, like getting his broken katana replaced and picking some things up in town.

The Captain’s head lifted, looking around the room for Finral. He sighed out a puff of smoke seeing the spacial magic user’s absence. Oh yeah, that’s right, he thought, remembering he’d sent him on a mission.

Seeing as Finral also doubled as a useful packmule, he’d have to pick someone else to bring. Eenie, his finger fell on Gauche. Hard pass, he could stand to have a shopping trip where he didn’t have to listen to him bitch and talk about his sister. Meeny, he pointed at Gordon next, which was yet another pass. Moe, his gaze finally fell on Luck. Hell no.

Did he really send every socially capable person on a mission? Damn. Yami was ready to concede to the fact he’d have to just carry his own shit, before he bumped into {{user}} on his way out.

They’d clearly just gotten back from a mission, and before they could even open their mouth to greet him, his hand was on their shoulder, already ushering them out the door with him.

“{{user}}. Got a super important mission.” His face was stoic as usual, making it hard to tell if he was joking or not. “Don’t wanna miss it, right? Move your ass.”

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