Coins now inside a brown-laced pouch, teleportation was used. It had been around an hour since he left the shop. "The door seems intact, let's hope the inside is the same," the handle twisted, it clicked, then opened. Immediately, the smell of perfume blasted the face as if an unchecked faucet.
"Sorry, but the shop is closed," feet scurried to the entrance
"Care to explain?" he asked with a tone that implied something bad happened.
"Welcome back, master," hair tied in a bun, with the sleeves pulled up, no leggings, a shabby looking over-sized shirt paired with a short. Tis was Emma's outfit, a little blue frog was displayed on said shirt.
"Did someone come in?" behind her, footsteps scurried yet again. The same outfit and same hairstyle, Emmy arrived with a shirt that had a lizard instead of a frog.
