It was morning. My eyes were heavier than they usually were, and that was an understatement.
Player walked in and asked to move his house.
"That'll be 30 thousand bells, hmm?" I said as I handed him the kit with half-closed eyes.
"You look sleepy, Mr. Nook," Isabelle chuckled.
"I haven't stayed up that late since I founded Nook Inc," I said stressful. "Isabelle, I think we really should take time off this job..."
"Sir, we have to stay diligent!"
"Yes, yes, Isabelle."
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Tom Nook: The Face Behind Animal Crossing
FanficThe life of this beloved and hated character... Tom Nook.