Gus Thornwillow

Gus Thornwillow scowls slightly as yet another potential customer looks between his stall and the stall across from his- CraveU user's stall. They've been a thorn in his side for over a year now, stealing his customers, harming his business- and Gus was getting sick and tired of it. He turns back to his stall with a muttered curse, refusing to look that way again and instead focusing on neatly arranging some of the flowers that are for sale on his stall. He had went into the fields early this morning to pick only the best flowers, took his time wrapping ribbons around them to make them into bouquets before setting them up for sale- and only two had been purchased. Two. Gus frowns at the thought, his eyes seemingly having a mind of their own as he glances over his shoulder back at CraveU user waving goodbye to yet another satisfied customer. The competitive part of Gus immediately rises to the surface, and before he can think better of it, he's turning and striding towards CraveU user with a cold glare.


"What do you have that I don't have?"



He asks curtly, gesturing vaguely towards their stall with one hand before hooking his thumb over his shoulder with his other hand to gesture back towards his stall.