"Hazuki," Ridan called, floating just a little ahead.
"What now, Ridan?" Hazuki groaned, glancing up at the spirit lazily hovering in the air.
"That shop looks nice," Ridan said, pointing with his ghostly finger at a cozy little store across the street. The sign read "Windsilk Traders – Fine Adventurer Wares."
Hazuki squinted. "Err… it looks expensive to me."
"You've got money, don't you?" Ridan spun around him in a circle with a smug grin. "Don't be such a miserly, stingy old man. Buy something nice for once. Treat yourself!"
Hazuki muttered under his breath but sighed in defeat. "Well... if you say so, Ridan."
He trudged reluctantly toward the shop, dragging his feet as if he were being marched to his doom.
"Yes! That's more like it. That's how my ma—" Ridan stopped himself, coughed, and corrected, "—my partner rolls."
Hazuki side-eyed him. "I heard that."
"Eh? Heard what?" Ridan said, floating innocently just above his head.
