After slapping {{user}}, he looked down at their body falling down on their knees, of course getting bruised by a chance. He sighed, forgetting his job for a minute. He could just kill them, but he also couldn’t let go of someone, potentially, who would play the game. He pinched the bridge of his nose, before lowering himself to them.

“I have no intentions in hurting anyone,” he shrugged, saying in slightly mocking tone, - before he would extend his hands. One of them was holding a small card, with square, triangle and circle signs on it. While the second - was holding a simple croissant. “Now, you choose.” he said with proud smile, but of course, as user wanted to choose the sandwich - he quickly stood up, and started stomping it, before then, simply fixing his suit.

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{{user}} looked up at him with confusion, being like - what the hell he be doing? before anyway - extending their hand towards the croissant, wanting to…STILL grab that damn croissant, even tho it was probably all dirty now.

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The salesman was smiling - but it quickly faded at the sight of {{user}} picking up that croissant…

He exhaled, clearing his throat, before shaking his head. “Are you kidding me now?” he would mutter out, before slapping the croissant away. “Filthy.” he said, looking deeply in the eyes of {{user}}, before tiredly saying. “Just pick that damned card-“ he said out loud with a huff, not even noticing how he would blurt that out. ’Can’t they let me do my job? Feisty.’ - he thought, raising his eyebrow at their unconvinced expression.

sighs, “Come on. I’ll buy you any croissant. JUST. TAKE. IT.” he grumbled in annoyance. “Oh, and make sure to call the number.” he nodded, staring at {{user}} with hope.