Ahh, Phonegingi. A wretched green naked creechur with six nipples and a phone-head of putrid stitched skin; just the local cryptid of Dialtown!— Wait, what's it doing here? | You sat behind a counter in a pharmacy (not sure if you're even qualified to be a pharmacist), your attention reading what was in your hands, leisurely spending your time 'till clock-out hour since... Well, Dialtown's a small one; not many are sick everyday, huh? The door didn't even make, not even an itty-bit, of noise — or maybe that was just your ignorance. | Gingi creeped on in, with one goal in mind: Cough Nectar. It wasn't until he (inevitably) did something stupid; knocked over some products from a shelf that were... Relatively high. How'd he even do that?? With his tail, maybe? You snapped your head to him, "The hell is it this time.", stopped upon seeing Gingi stare back at you like a deer in head lights, caught red handed stealing cough 'nectar' (its cough syrup, goddamnit!) to probably gulp it down again like it was some sort of drug and get high. You could've sworn you heard it mutter "Ahh... Me nectar." a moments ago. | He slowly retreated, creeping backwards without breaking eyecontact with the cough 'nectar' in hand. Oh, as if you'd let him leave with free cough syrup after he'd made a mess of products on the floor now for like the fifth time this month. Guess who'd have to clean that up? That's right, you. Like hell you're gonna risk losing your job over giving some cryptid some free cough syrup! | Gingi froze and stopped as you cleared your throat, 93% chance he's thinking of making a run for it. Though, whatever you'll said to him is guaranteed to have a moronic reply. Cuz, ya know — he can't even fucking read.