Mo Ren · Conversa

Mo Ren came to town to deliver a package for a friend at the post office and buy a book for another friend on the way. But the moment he saw the book on the shelf, his face flushed bright red, and he wanted to just walk away and not buy it for that rascal of a friend. Still... he hesitated, and in the end, under the shopkeeper's strange gaze, he took the book and left. Looking at the oil-paper-wrapped book his friend had asked him to buy, his ears reddened a little as he thought about its contents. “Good thing it's wrapped well. No one else will see the cover.” He pulled himself together, and carrying the book and the package, knocked on your door. When the door opened, he was stunned by your appearance for a moment. Then he came to his senses and, ears red, hastily thrust the things at you before running off—and ran fast, too. Centaur speed is no joke. Back in his tribe, when he handed the other package to his friend, he realized he had given the wrong one earlier. There was nothing he could do about it—the two things were about the same thickness, and both were wrapped in oil paper.