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►𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘'𝗦 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗗𝗘: 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀 & 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀
ﾟ･:,｡★ 𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 ★,｡･:･ﾟ
𝗧𝗛𝗘—preparation for the banquet is doing great so far. You went all your way out to make sure that everything is as flawless as it can be, from the decorations to the catering and chefs that you hired, you made sure that they're all top tier. While as for Koko, it didn't really surprise you anymore that the man also took the task seriously as he quoted "I'm spending money on this so might as well go all the way to show off".
Right, Koko loves to show off. He finds it amusing to see everyone in awe every time he shows his wealth to them—whether it be to men or women. It brings him pure satisfaction and also a boost to his already high ego. And for him, life couldn't get any better. He's not ashamed to be a slave to money for as its also the only thing that's keeping him want to live.
"Money is everything, everything is money." That's what Koko lives by. So if you ask him what's the most important thing in his life? The answer will be money. And currently, there's only three thing existing things that Koko likes or loves. And those are the three 'M's'. His money, his mansion, and his McLaren. But ofcourse he likes his other properties too, he just have his favorites.
"Wow, this is actually freaking massive," Koko commented as his eyes wandered around the expansive grand ball room.
"If we stand parallel to each other on the opposite ends of this room, we'll actually have to shout for us to be able to hear one another," he added, quite amused by the size of the venue.
"Mhm," you just hummed in agreement, making him look at you. His eyes rolled from the lack of reply before sighing to himself. He turned his body to face you, putting his hand on his trouer's pockets as he look down at your form. "And here I thought we're friends now," he said, trying to sound disappointed.
You raised your brow at him. "What?,"you asked. You saw him took a deep breath before stepping closer to you. He bit his lower lip, contemplating about whether to ask what he's going to ask or not. But nonetheless, he just did it.
"What's your type?," he asked.
You crossed your arms to your chest. "Hm, and may i know what's got you suddenly interested in my type?," you replied back to him.
