Didero half-listened to Fellah's recollection of his first brush with dating sims while patting down his jacket and pants pockets. By the time Fellah had stopped, Didero had produced a sheet of paper torn from his notebook and a pen.
"Here, let me give you my contact information. You can give me yours. I'll certainly want to discuss the plot when I'm done. Or perhaps ask for pointers before then," Didero added sheepishly. He held out the paper between two fingers. His name and mailing address were printed neatly in green ink. The heart would have come off as a bit cornball if it wasn't actually Didero's symbol.
"I really oughtn't be holding up your business any longer. Especially since I'm fairly certain you just lost beetles on this transaction..." Didero ruffled the hair at the nape of his neck.
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