C47 Reexposure

I asked the girl for scissors and white thread, but she said, "Aren't you the one who's holding it?"

These words stunned me. Fuck, now isn't the time to joke. I reached into my pocket and felt for my pocket. Other than that small mahogany sword that was carved into the ground, there wasn't anything else.

"Can you not joke around? If you can't take the items, both of us will die