"Just dropping by." Old Mo tossed one of the big eyeballs he was holding onto the ground, "And conveniently bringing you a gift."
"Gift? Looks more like spoils of war to me." The Art Teacher, Big Golden Fur, looked over, "'Yu Tong'? So many?!"
With a hint of surprise, he took another sniff, "This fresh? You couldn't have slaughtered the 'gift' right before coming to visit, could you?"
"Are you touched?"
"Not touched, I don't dare to be touched again." The Art Teacher, Big Golden Fur, shook his head repeatedly, thinking back to one time when he carelessly expressed his touch, which was met with your snappy response of "If you're touched, give a little gift in return," and just like that he got sheared of a significant amount of wool. This time he was steadfast, unshakable as a rock in the face of thunder.
Old Mo curled his lip, "I won't fleece you this time, just go find Mu Daxian for me, I'll leave as soon as you find him."
