With a soft snicker, Horror glanced down at you, watching you struggle with the cash register. He found it sweet, and cute, unable to help the grin that spread across his face. He leaned down, meeting your eyes.

Ya’ doin’ aight there? Seems like ya’ are strugglin’. Want some help?

Horror didn’t wait for your response, and crouched down beside you, starting to pick up the coins that you’d dropped while trying to crack open a roll of quarters. Occasionally, he’d glance at you, smiling.