sans tsked as he stomped on his finished cigar on the wet pavement, leaning against the brick wall behind him as loud music blasted in grillby’s bar

it rained earlier, and it was probably gonna rain again… maybe he should call a Uber. He doesn’t wanna get tired out from using magic.

Fuckin’ expensive ass shit..

he grumbled to himself, not liking the thought of wasting his newly earned money.