"Ya, that sucks," he agreed in regards to not having the seed, and not being able to ask the rents for some. "At least we can look, though." Maybe pick one up and see about a payment plan. Or formulate some kind of means to make some seeds. They'd look, then they'd see about the rest.

As Bul tugged down his bandana the hungry ghost's eyes widened before he could stop himself, then narrowed as he peered at the lump. "What is it? I mean, it's obviously not like a pimple or anything." Was it a monster thing? No clue. He turned away so as not to appear to be staring, lowering the now sleeping ofuda onto his chair before grabbing his phone off the dresser beside it.

"Thanks for the help, Bro." He grinned as he went for the door, holding it open for Bul to exit then locking it behind them.