"Direct deposit? Now that's the life." He whistles approvingy. As a writer and professional procrastinator, his usual paydays are few and far between. "Gotta say, though, I didn't take you for the magical warrior type! I mean, I dunno what the magical warrior type is... a peppy 14-year-old with pink hair in a tutu, I guess?" Novvy could probably pull off the tutu, but Ango can't imagine him being peppy. Not that Ango himself really fits the role either...

"But hey, a paycheck's a paycheck! Good to know that I'm not gonna be the only 30-something weirdo hanging around the place, though."

He pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, then remembers Gratia and laughs apologetically. "Guess there's no smoking with kids around, right? Man, this is going to be a rough gig."