How does one expect their business function in this state? Monty can’t help but to ask himself as he loiters besides a shabby wooden stall that puts a child’s lemonade stand to shame. His amber eyes fixate on what might just be rotting wood slabbed onto a faulty foundation. Glancing around, not even the atmosphere or surrounding befits a man of his stature as the dysfunctional stall is stationed at the edge of an alley just beside the restless night market. 

His lips curl downward to a frown as the dirty blonde wonders why he had been called down to a poor location. More occult babble, no doubt.

Yet somehow, perhaps through mystical means, Monty is still compelled to drop by regardless of how uncomfortable he might feel. His amber pupils shift towards a single card on the table. ”Is this why you asked me to come here, Tavi?” he asks rhetorically, knowing full well that this is the exact reason why he had to urgently stop by.

octavia nuys . Someone he’s come to know throughout the years thanks to Remiel Calcifet and his deranged cult of misfits and royalty. Slowly but surely, Monty eventually finds himself staring at the obsidian-haired woman and her witch-like attire.

”You could ask me to lend you money instead of forcing me to pay for your services,” he starts with a slightly annoyed tone, ”which, I don’t believe in.” Monty pauses for a moment. His lips curling up to a slight smile.

”Not that I don’t mind though. You do look cute in that cosplay of yours.”

octavia nuys
NEW YEAR NEW ME WW

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