[The first plink of coinage merely gets a twitch of his ears. The sudden, tinkling metallic cascade that followed, on the other hand...]
Wh--
[HOLY SMOKES THAT'S A LOT OF GIL. He shoots out from his chair, fur bristled.]
Y-you're carryin' around that much?!
--Wait, that's not all for me, is it?! [Was he going to have to be here all day through forty or fifty pet sessions...?! Or maybe this guy was a bigger fan of his than he'd thought...?]
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Wh--
[HOLY SMOKES THAT'S A LOT OF GIL. He shoots out from his chair, fur bristled.]
Y-you're carryin' around that much?!
--Wait, that's not all for me, is it?! [Was he going to have to be here all day through forty or fifty pet sessions...?! Or maybe this guy was a bigger fan of his than he'd thought...?]