A single, long tail, with finely-groomed, dark brown fur—which matched the owner’s long, mangled hair that spiked in every direction and ran halfway down his back—flicked back and forth across the dusty front desk. There was a contented sway to its motion, the way it curved before the tip flicked off in another direction. It matched the warm, almost smug—who would buy that, of course a man like him was smug right now!—gaze that looked out the grimy, wood-framed window in front of him.<br/><br/>But, he reminded himself, that was<em>his</em>grimy window. Just like the desk behind him was<em>his</em>desk. The contented, self-assured look turned into something decidedly more sinister as he slowly bared his teeth in a momentary smile. But in a snap, he got a hold of himself.<br/><br/>Anyone could be looking in, after all, and he didn’t need to drive away any potential customers—or more importantly, employees—with strange behavior such as that. He knew, despite a few annoyed flicks of his tail, that he’d have enough trouble with his new venture as it is. After all, one of his people running a business? Everyone would be thinking one thing: I can’t trust this guy.<br/><br/>Not good for business at all, and completely unfair. After all, Souma Aoyagi was now the proudest, newest merchant in the city and<em>definitely</em>didn’t have to bribe his way in. All of the great denizens of this town could count on him for a fair deal, high quality merchandise, and helpful assistance from his future shop-girls!<br/><br/>Well, maybe two of the three.<br/><br/>Standing around wasn’t going to solve any of his problems, though, and Souma knew it. With a quick tug to straighten his white collar, and checking to make sure his shirt and vest were cut<em>just</em>low enough to show off the chiseled look that his previous career as an adventurer had left him with, he took his first step towards that front door.<br/><br/>In the pocket of his earthy-brown pants, that matched his vest, was a list of things he needed to get started: a piercing gun, naturally, to attach all of his fun, supernatural trinkets with,<em>and</em>a tattoo gun. A couple of skills picked up on the road that, when combined with his other abilities and indecent—but<em>brilliant</em>, if he did say so himself—mind, made for a unique product selection that only he could offer.<br/><br/>With a quick turn on the terrible, old handle, that he told himself he’d have some cute girl replace for him later, he pushed open the rickety old door into the outside world. The hustle and bustle of the street, and the familiar scent of attractive women of all shapes, hit him just as hard as the sunlight hit his golden eyes.<br/><br/>This town would take some getting used to, he decided; but at least it would be<em>his</em>town.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/UYcIbA9.jpg)<br/>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1188586