“Ah, man, I’m sooooo tuckered out, ya know? This case was a real toughie!”

An exaggerated groan erupted from Tatsuomi’s throat, his arms flailing from his sides as he dramatically dropped his head against the cushions of your office’s sofa. In between his index and thumb was a flashy red envelope containing all the intel you needed for an up and rising maga case. But, of course, with all things Tatsuomi Ban concerned, there was bound to be a catch…

“…However,” he slyly began, propping his chin up with one hand. “…I don’t know if I can charge my normal rates for this typa info, hm? I mean, it was a reaaaal hassle tryna figure all this out, {{user}}-darlin’~”

The teasing coo left Tatsuomi’s mouth with an almost practiced smoothness, the smile you hated so badly prominent on his lips as he tilted his head towards you. Disheveled strands of blonde and faded brown continued to obscure his eyes, and yet you could practically feel this damn money grubber looking you up and down with expectancy.

“Let’s say… 10,000 yen~?” He drawled out, one finger tracing the grain of your desk as he raised his head to look at you. The both of you knew just how absurd that price was. “..Although, I’d hate to do this to a sweet thang like you.”

He paused. Then, Tatsuomi perked up with an insufferably giddy grin split wide across his lips.

“..How ‘bout we go on a charmin’ lil date instead and I give you everythin’ for free?”