Just as Jira turned his wary head, he caught glimpse of a familiar red mass of shining hair. Immediately, his serious demeanor was gone and he ran after her. Not only was he excited to see her again, he actually wanted to purchase goods from her too. As he moved to catch up to her he plucked-much to the annoyance of the woman tending them-a single white flower from a nearby pot. He caught up to her enough to place a hand on her shoulder, his demeanor sparkling in joy at once again finding his lady friend. He did not, however, try to pick her up. 

"Heeeeeeyyy girly girl~
Where you headed at
With your fine ass hair?
Is it to my open arms
Now now please
Don't raise your alarms
I'm here to make your sale
So whaddya' say
I ain't here for a battle royale."

He felt his throat tighten at the last 'rhyme' and he tensed up. Quickly he put the flower into her hair and skittered away just as fast as he had come to her. The feeling of warmth threatened to pour from his throat as he hurried into an alley. Once he was sure to be out of the sight of others he ripped his mask off, his unkempt blonde hair falling around his face as he knelt over a lone vase and began to cough. He watched as blood poured from his lips and into the empty pottery. 

This happened a lot. As much as he enjoyed rap, slipping up even a little in the rhyme scheme had... consequences. He was able to sing as long as he continued to rhyme or keep a steady rhythm; all that did was tire him out from the strain... but words that completely didn't rhyme in an intended rap... He closed his emerald eyes, shaking and panting a little as the tremors that plagued his body eventually settled down. With a sigh, he rubbed his gloved hands through his blonde hair and relaxed against the wall. He curled his legs against his chest and stared at the wall, being silent. There was something about coughing up blood that really killed your mood. His eyes just happened to slide over to look inside the vase when he noticed something that caught his eye. 

"Hm?" He pulled the vase a bit closer and fished his hands inside, his gloves blocking out the blood and saliva in the bottom of the pot from reaching his skin. He pulled out what his eyes had been caught on and looked carefully at it after wiping away the crimson spit. A green rupee. His forehead creased in confusion. The heck...?

Then he looked over to see an array of pots and vases along the doors of the alley. Slowly he grinned and slipped the mask back on. Treasure hunting time~