Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190417015551/@comment-26892768-20190419235542

Clover is silent for a moment. Whoever this guy is, the way he said that...he sounds completely serious. If he doesn't move, it'll probably be the end for him.

Of course, he could get out of this situation by flipping his special quarter, but...

...why would he want to?

His face resumes its bright grin - the grin is even bigger now, possibly, and for the first time since the two met, Clover starts talking.

"Well, I can certainly leave if that's what you want, mister, but why would you want me to?" The dimunitive leprechaun speaks with a distinct Brooklyn accent, as if he was some kind of gangster, and he certainly talks a lot. I mean, good god; this guy is a motormouth. "I ain't no trouble! I just came out for some good and honest fun, I swears! I mean, why else would I go out to meet a stranga in a place I ain't ever been after he threaten'd me? And I'm not sure what could overpower my luck, but if you got somethin' like that, and I think you most certainly do, then I got even more reason to be friendly!"

He...he does not give up, does he?