[ he's not a liar....... :( but falco has no base to argue with the man (neither does he want to over something so bantam). the silence that starts to grow is heavy and unpromising, and the blond eventually lets his head fall and considers turning tail to quietly leave, especially with such a conundrum beginning to storm over his head. until, of course, the mention of a first buyer's discount. archer will unluckily find that the boy's surprise is breaking into a resigned smile that probably looks evil to the likes of those who easily disgust themselves with the prospect of empathy. gross.
the trade is made; falco hands over his five dollars and exchanges his hold on it for the toy. he's preparing his softened and grateful thank yous until, promptly once archer hits the note on shit— a high pitched alarm howls from the child's back, so close to his ears that he winces tightly and tries to cover them. ]
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the trade is made; falco hands over his five dollars and exchanges his hold on it for the toy. he's preparing his softened and grateful thank yous until, promptly once archer hits the note on shit— a high pitched alarm howls from the child's back, so close to his ears that he winces tightly and tries to cover them. ]
Af—!