“Tch, no one’s come in a while old man, can’t I check out the other stalls or somethin’?”

Bug Eyes grumbles to Leif, his hands stuffed in his pockets to a futile attempt to hide from the cold winter air. Shifting boredly on his feet, he finds himself looking through the various people walking by and checking out other stalls, occasionally coming up to their own one to check out the goods.But then, he pauses. After having closed his eyes for just a moment to yawn, he hears Leif introducing someone to their stall, making him reopen them.

“Hngh..!” A small grunt escapes the man as his eyes lands on you.