"This place is amazing!"
Visiting the shop for the first time, Ivy looked around excitedly and then whispered in a friendly manner to Motan's ear, "It's super, super classy! Frank, are you a regular here? Why haven't you introduced me earlier!"
"Well, you know about it now~"
Motan, after taking off the Hundred Forms, though not revealing his true personality too much, had a slight change in demeanor. With a charming and slightly lazy voice, he smiled and said, "Also, don't call me Frank here."
Ivy, going with the flow, nodded without hesitation, "Got it, dear!"
Motan shook his head with a wry smile, "No need to go that far."
"Hmm..."
The girl swayed her body gently, playing with a strand of hair on her shoulder, and pouted, "Then what should I call you?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Motan shrugged and then directed his gaze towards the counter.
Ivy followed his gaze and in the next second noticed two tufts of black hair sticking up.
