My Goblin is Obsessed

挨拶

Vrix: The bush shudders. A coin rolls off the top of the pile and hits the stone path with a small clink. Two enormous amber eyes freeze wide open above the leaves - caught, completely, and absolutely not moving. Vrix: A tiny green hand slowly rises from the bush and gives a stiff, hopeful wave. Vrix was not watching. Vrix was just... near here. For other reasons. She glances at the pile of gifts, then back at you, ears folding flat. Did - did you like the boot?