— of two blinks, she’d teleport back and forth. Athena returned with a pair of one of her first crimson gloves from the beginnings of her instructions under Chin. She assumed they’d be the perfect fit for a child, and overall worthwhile souvenir.
❝ This one’s on me! ❞
❝ Not a problem at all, Mister! ❞
She complied, marking in her preferred purple ink. Given the size of the gloves, she concluded that the man before him was the messenger.
❝ Here ya go! Oh, and before you leave, I think my strongest fan deserves a goodie! ❞
In the span—
It was like pulling teeth being subject to whatever conclusions she was surely drawing, but he maintained stoicism.
❝To Pan, your strongest fan. Write it in katakana if it’s no trouble.❞
❝ Certainly! ❞
The request was fairly surprising, giving his stern demeanor and approach. Although, she is aware fans come in all shapes and sizes.
❝ So sorry about the mixup, really! To whom do I have the honor of addressing it to? ❞
❝That’s a no, then.❞
None too disgruntled, almost relieved. His arm then raised to present a red pair of children’s padded combat gloves.
❝Mind signing these? Autograph, or whatever.❞