Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-11163511-20151220091157/@comment-25954732-20160213131559

Once again, coming up with an appropriate and accurate response was challenging, but it was clear to Ark that the teen in front of him really was passionate about the music boxes. It was admirable, really, though Ark was loathe to admit him. However, he held his tongue, instead formulating a less snarky reply.

"Everything's for sale?" Ark blinked with surprise. "This deep in the woods? Do you go selling these around campus or something? I must be missing you doing that, since I've never really heard much about those kind of sales before. But, then again, I don't really pay attention to that kind of stuff anyway..." It wasn't a diss, much to Ark's delight. It was rare that Ark could construct sentences that didn't insult a person.

Ark let out a low whistle, having a somewhat new appreciation for the objects around him. "That is a very diverse pool of expertise. I can see why lots of people would want to buy these now."

Ark tilted his head. Was he requesting him to touch the music box, something that seemed to be an expensive treasure? "Uh, should I? What if I, er, break the lever or something by accident?" Ark was uncomfortable by the request, and his voice sadly communicated that.