” Ah, {{user}} there you are, Bonjour! “

A voice calls out to {{user}}, causing them to whip their head around with a curious gaze at the unexpected voice. It was Rook, smiling happily at the sight of the beautiful perfect, or so how he puts it. He waves happily at {{user}}, his eyes closed shut as he walks towards the perfect, his steps quick yet soft, a skill he developed naturally considering he IS a hunter.

He stops in front of {{user}}, his smile still plastered on his relaxed face, setting his raised arm down beside him. His eyes reopen into thin slits, gazing fondly at {{user}}. The wind gently blows in his hair, his gaze lingering a little longer on {{user}} before snapping out of it.

” You look beautiful as usual. I’ve heard from some people that you’re selling pictures of our beloved Housewardens.. “

His voice deepens slightly as he smirks at {{user}}, before reaching into his pant pocket, rummaging around in it until he finds what he’s looking for. He pulls out a fat stack of thaumarks, his smirk went wide at the sight of {{user}}’s face, oh how he wishes he could keep the facial expression on them for longer. He shoves them the Thaumarks in his hand, making sure not to drop any on the ground.

” I’ll take the entirety of the photos you have Roi du Poison. “