Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Sacrifices Must Be Made (To Be A Tony Hawk Pro Skater)

You're certain that it's only been a few minutes when you wake up to the sound of heated debate.

Sleep could only hold you for so long with Spamton making deals nearby, of course. You're not sure what you expected.

What does surprise you, though, is that Noelle is absolutely matching his energy.

"Come on, [Open Season], it's [[PERFECT MATCH]]!! You'll love it, [Kromer] back guarante- [NO R3FUNDS.]!"

"It's not even here!! How do I know you're not scamming me, huh? How can I be sure that you're not just making it up to get into my wallet?"

You stretch with a yawn. You don't feel particularly rested, so it takes a moment for you to rejoin reality. Still, you can't help but crack a smile as Noelle stands her ground.

"You can trust your ol' pal Spamton! You're in [####]. You're in hands!" He waves his hands at her to make his point, eyes innocently cheery.

"Oh yeah? What if I told you that I don't have any money? What then?" She eyes him suspiciously. 

"[[No credit? NO PROBLEMS!!!]] You're [LIGHT nER], aren't you? You've got something I want, I've got something you want... [It's Quick And It's Easy!] solution!" 

"Wh- huh?" 

"That's [[price is RIGHT!]]!!" He says, advancing. "Just a little [somethin' somethin'], a small request... It's only your [[Chichen Noodle Soup 4 The SOUL]]," he grins.

"There's not a chance in h-hell you're getting my soul." Noelle squints at him. Her lip is curled in an expression you've never seen on her before- disdain, if you're reading it correctly. Disgust, maybe? Regardless, she's surprisingly intimidating.

It's very, very funny.

"Fine, fine," Spamton shrugs, backing down. "Gee, you're a real [[Snap-back]], ain'tcha? A clever lil' missus. Only the [[BEST DEALS ON THE MARKET]] for you, you've [Earn MORE] it!!" He tilts his head at her cheekily. "How about... Yeah, how about a [nickel on the dime] of that dress? Cut a sleeve for me, hm? Sound good?"

"A sleeve, huh...?" She examines a sleeve, considering the offer.

While she thinks, you decide to make your entrance.

You stand up. The moment you move, Spamton's eyes snap to you, eager and bright.

"Morning, [[Pillow Bed Sleep Pillow]]! Did you have [BEST] [dreamy room Decor for]?~" He walks to you and leads you back to Noelle. He waves his arms enthusiastically as he talks.
"I've been making [STEAL OF a DEAL] with your [childsup0rt] friend here while you were [Out Of Stock]! She's a real good haggler, didja know that? I'm impressed!!" He chuckles to himself.

You respond with laughter. His excitement is infectious.

Noelle looks up at you, giving you a distracted smile.

"Hi, Y/N. Did you sleep well?"

"Not really," you laugh. "Not great napping conditions. But I'm more curious about you." You smile mischievously. "I heard something about a deal and cutting off your sleeve? What's he selling that has you thinking about it so seriously?"

A blush starts to creep across her freckled cheeks.

"O-oh, it's, um, nothing... I just thought it would make a good gift for my, er, friend, you know...?"

"It's a [[SW33T SKATEBOARD TRIXKS]]!!" Spamton giggles.

That catches you by surprise. A skateboard, huh? 

"Who's the lucky friend, then?"

She hides behind her hair, muttering something too quietly for you to hear.