"Very well." Melon said simply, after reading through the contract twice. "I will have your blade finished by tomorrow morning. We can leave then." He signed the contract with whatever writing instrument the other male had handy, then reached up and undid his hair, letting it fall around his shoulders. "I'm going back to bed." He informed the other man. "Please come see me tomorrow, and leave me be for now. I should prepare myself and my apartment so it won't be robbed while I'm gone."<br/><br/>After the strange man left, Melon sighed. One-hundred-fifty a day. That was more than he made in a week. He didn't like to fight, despite his skill with a blade, but the money would be worth it... It even meant he could sleep that day, at least until late. He didn't need the money that day, after all. His worn-out body thudded against the mattress and he yawned quietly, rolling back over into sleep, gold hoop through his ear shining in the dim light.<br/><br/>[I'll timeskip to morning in my next post. Sorry for the wait.]