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Nox cleared his throat. Loudly. His face was impassive of every emotion except for a tad bit of exasperation. And he was not amused in the slightest.

He didn't have any qualms with Messer. The acrobat was a nice kid, bit rough around the edges, but had a good head on his shoulders. Certainly undeserving of Nox's ire. But what brought it about was the acts of childishness.

Case one: jumping on a bed full of money.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, the mercenary sighed.

"Messer, if it's not too much trouble, I need to talk with you. Preferably when you're NOT fangirling over your money."