Evening on Day 2 because Fuck It being unconscious/comatose doesn't count. And weird things abound.
So I've been a busy little bee all day today. Jack had a few deliveries to various folks 'round the city so I played errand girl. That guy knows everyone I swear, but not only did I get a small cut of all the deliveries at the end of the day I managed to make butt load of tips as well! Yay me!~
And all of that went straight into the bank.
Speaking of the bank… There was an account in my name. Spooky. When I asked Jack about it he grunted and gave this half-assed shrug. I think that's his way of saying "Don't worry about it." Who knows with the guy. Seriously though he speaks less then Sweden from Hetalia. Like… How is that even possible?
Going back to the bank thing for a moment: Are there imps that get magical telegrams that have names on them? Did an imp sized portal open up and cough out my name on a slip of paper? I like to thinks so.
Wait. Do warlocks run the banks?
Actually that makes a lot of sense. Just portal your money from one bank to another. Or just store it in some… ender chest/portal thing…
Ugh. Nope. Not gonna think about it anymore. Nope. Nu-uh. No way. Instead I'm going to go to bed. Jack likes to get an early start and I am not a morning person.